#bts x backup dancer

[mariabtsos]

Never Ending ||m.yg||

Description: wasn't Yoongi the one that was supposed to give you flowers for no reason?

Genre: One-shot, Yoongi x f!reader, established relationship, fluff, Yoongi is literally the sweetest man alive (wbk)

WARNINGS: None, this idea came after seeing this really sweet like reddit post, it will be at the end of this post.

Word Count: 2.6k+

Ever since coming back from service, BTS’ comeback preparations had been nonstop. It was almost like their debut days, they started early and ended late, whether they were practicing the choreography for a new song or recording their parts again, or getting back into recording RUN BTS.

You and Yoongi had seen very little of each other, working almost opposite schedules with a Saturday or Sunday off sprinkled in where you would mostly sleep and catch up on what you had going on so far, having those little moments made all the time you missed him worth it, you loved them, it was how you were able to build your relationship in the first place.

You and him met when your best friend practically begged for you to come with her to a double date. Yoongi was the one you were paired with, and you connected almost instantly. You had so much in common, more specifically your mutual love for music and the art behind it, you had small dates where he would take you to his small studio space, he'd told you he was a trainee, and that he was set to debut soon with the guy your friend was on a date with.

A year later, the guy your friend dated didn't debut, but Yoongi did, and that's when the small gestures started, you were at every music show that you could be at, bought every album, and went to every showcase or small gig you could afford. Yoongi showed his gratitude in small ways, he would get you a single rose, or a small cheap necklace, or if he wanted to really treat you he'd save up and take you to a nice restaurant. And as his success grew he was able to give you more, although he wasn't one for extravagant gifts, he always gave you something that made you feel special.

Even whilst he was serving, at the end of each week when he came home he'd bring you flowers and your favorite food, you had never felt more loved.

And now that he was back, you wanted to show him just as much gratitude. He was working so hard to make their first comeback grandiose, and even if he was exhausted, he'd spend his days off spending his time with you only sleeping if you were accompanying him.

You decided to do something simple, you found a flower shop that did the most beautiful arrangements and you called, setting something up that you imagined Yoongi would like; they even gave you the choice to add some fruits, and what better for your boyfriend than to give him the absolute love of his life, tangerines. You hoped this would help him relax a bit, and feel your support even if you didn’t see each other much.

“Okay guys, why don’t you take five, hmm?” Sungdeuk announced to the room, the seven men and their backup dancers immediately heading for water or laying flat on the floor, the latter was Yoongi’s case.

“I said it in 2013 and I’ll say it again, I was told we would only rap, not dance,” Yoongi’s breathing was heavy as he spoke, causing his hyung and Jungkook who were laying on the floor to laugh. “This is good for you hyungs, at your old age you need to exercise to keep your joints healthy,” the maknae giggled, followed by chuckles and laughter around the room from their members and some of the dancers.

“Yah!” Jin yelled as he smacked Jungkook in the back of the neck.

“Yoongi-ssi!” he sat up as he heard their manager’s voice from the practice room door, “come to my office please,” Yoongi nodded, carefully standing up from his spot on the floor, softly kicking Jungkook after he loudly announced he was in trouble.

Yoongi giggled at the the whole thing, his mind slowly making his way back to you, he didn’t have to record anything today, maybe he’d go to his studio later and call you, yeah, that’s what he would do, they were told they wouldn’t be here till midnight today, and that they could sleep in tomorrow before they had to do some photoshoots for their upcoming album, so that meant he could get home before you did and make you dinner. You worked as a nurse, and unfortunately had been assigned 12-hour shifts the past couple of months; going into work at noon and getting out at midnight, by the time you got home and ready for bed, Yoongi would arrive, exhausted, but he still would want to at least have small conversation, your relationship was built with communication, and he wasn’t one to disregard it.

He met the man at the door and followed him to the elevator, reaching the floor where the offices were, they made it to his quickly, where Yoongi’s eyes almost popped out of his sockets when he noticed a medium-sized vase with a beautiful arrangement of flowers and small basket of tangerines. A little white piece of paper stuck out in the middle of all the flowers, Yoongi opened and he smiled so wide.

From Yn, just because. I love you ♡

“As you can tell, they are for you,” the manager chuckled humorously, “you better not fuck it up with her Yoongi-ssi,” he said candidly.

“I haven’t fucked up in 10 years, I don’t plan on starting now,” he kept re-reading your note, he thought your handwriting was beautiful, even when you didn’t.

When he made it back to the practice room with his flowers and tangerines his members immediately started teasing him, especially Jungkook. “Look at our hyung with his flowers! And they say chivalry is dead,” he would say, “yeah hyung, I thought you’re the one that’s meant to get her flowers?” Taehyung added, grabbing him by shoulders and ruffling his hair.

“Yah! Stop it, Ynie is sweet for doing this, don’t see how Yoongi hyung’s face is about to split into two?” Namjoon pointed out smiling, his dimples showing proudly. 

They had lived together for 13 years after all, all Namjoon wanted was for his hyung to be happy, and the fact that you did that for him had his heart swelling with warmth. You were so good for Yoongi.

“I need you guys to talk me off of running to the jewelry store and getting her a ring,” the room went silent.

“You don’t have one already?!” Hobi piped up, smacking his shoulder, his good shoulder. Yoongi shook his head.

The guys look at each other, and then at Sungdeuk, “I don’t think no one’s going to talk you off of it Yoongi-ah, in fact, I think everyone should take the rest of the afternoon off,” he announced loudly, “you six, please help him set up,” he asked the other members who immediately pulled the cat-eyed man, grabbing all their stuff, including the flowers and tangerines, and headed out to prepare.

It was 8pm

They had made it to the jeweler just in time, they were lucky he owed Jimin a favor, otherwise Yoongi would’ve had to wait, and he sincerely didn’t think he could.

You guys had started talking more seriously about marriage about 5 years into your relationship, mainly because you had started to feel scared that with idol life, Yoongi would enjoy not being entirely tied down to a person. Thankfully that wasn't the case, and he'd promised you, when the time was right, he would get down on one knee.

He wasn't sure why it took him 10 years to come through with that promise.

Yoongi was grateful for your late nights of conversation after that, every so often you would have little YouTube marathons that would start with alcohol reviews and end in proposals, and he had remembered every comment you made about those rings, he’d also remembered the comments you’d made when one of your friends got engaged. He was able to find a beautiful ring, something he knew you’d like. His members helped get all the materials he needed, as they rushed to your shared apartment and started decorating the place, Yoongi and Jin cooked whilst the rest added finishing touches, at some point Jungkook went and got his camera, stating he’d be the one to stay so he could capture the moment.

Yoongi could complain about the maknae all he wanted, but there was no one as loyal and dedicated to his friends as him.

It was 11:30pm when they were finished, Jungkook and Yoongi were saying goodbye to the others as they made their way into the car they would have to share back to the HYBE building so they could get their own vehicles, they had all ran around in Yoongi’s car, a medium-sized SUV that barely fit all of them, but they managed.

“I call shotgun! I deserve it after going in hyung’s trunk,” Jimin ran after he had said his goodbyes, with Taehyung following closely behind as he whined about him getting shotgun, the rest walked away at a normal pace, not eager to deal with the soulmates and the game of rock-paper-scissors that they would certainly be playing.

Yoongi was pacing around, it was 12:48am now, you’d be home any minute now, Jungkook had hid behind the black sectional in your living room, thankful you had left some space between it and your wall due to the heating system. Yoongi started serving dinner, he’d kept it as warm as he could so that you could enjoy a warm meal before he asked what he believed to be one of the most important questions of your lives.

He heard the digital ping of you punching in the door code and he knew there was no backing out now.

You opened the door to find your house lit by small candles, your dining room table set up with your good plate set, and the flowers you had sent Yoongi as a centerpiece.

“Hi baby,” Yoongi smiled widely as approached you, kissing your lips softly, as if he was savoring you, “hey,” you sighed as he pulled away, as always he took your breath away, “did I miss an important day? Our anniversary has already passed, hasn't it?” you went through the different options nervously, and Yoongi could only chuckle at your silly concerns.

“No baby, I just wanted to thank you for the flowers,” he explained, taking your jacket off and grabbing your bag, putting them both away. You took off your shoes and slipped on your home one on, walking hand in hand with your boyfriend.

He pulled a chair out for you, you whispered a thank you and sat down; Yoongi left a kiss on your hair and went to sit down himself. He’d cooked your favorite meal, you both started eating, it was a comfortable silence at first, which you broke when Yoongi sat up to clean your dishes after you were both done. “How early did they let you all out for you to have pulled this off?” you asked him, supporting your chin on your fist as you watched him.

“Maybe…8:30?”

Your mouth dropped, he’d invested this much time to thank you for something so simple like flowers? You truly didn’t deserve him. Once he was done, he scrolled through his phone a bit, selecting one of the songs on the 3rd CD of Proof, he walked toward you and held out his hand, you recognized “Quotation Mark” almost immediately.

“We’re planning on making it a full group song,” Yoongi explained as he spun you around, making you giggle, how he wished to hear that sound forever.

And maybe, after tonight he would.

He danced around you, because truly they were planning on making it an OT7 song, and there was this bit of the choreo he had added for the purpose of what his plans were tonight. He truly hoped Jungkook was recording this, if you said yes like he hoped you would, he wanted to rewatch this every day until you were married, and eventually show it to your children. Here it came, the part that he’d be taking over once the song was done, the first half of Hobi’s rap was perfect for this. 

“...Today, I make sure to throw my heart to you first, a safe landing with you, the catcher,” He got down one knee, pulling out the small velvety box from his pocket, you hands immediately covering your nose and mouth in shock, your eyes filled with tears as the song went on, Yoongi had stopped after he found himself tearing up.

“I’ve always known you were the one for me, you’ve been with me when I was nobody and when success came, you kept me humble, you kept my feet on the ground whilst being one of my biggest support systems. I told you when the time came, I’d get down on one knee, and your kind gesture today was what tied it all together for me, I don’t care if people think it’s not that big of a deal, it was to me.” your chuckled mixed with your sobs, “I want to be able to hear you giggle every day, and selfish as it maybe, I want you to be mine forever, would you marry me, Ynie?” the words left his mouth miraculously, as he was fully sobbing now.

Did your small gesture truly lead him to such a big decision? To join your lives as one was something you had dreamed of for a while, hell recently you’d had a dream of yourself and Yoongi dancing in what felt like cloud, with a beautiful white dress and him in one of those suits that made him look like absolute prince, you could only assume you dreamt of your wedding day.

“Baby my heart’s about to fall out of my ass please say yes,” he chuckled nervously, bringing you out of your thoughts. Poor guy, he’s probably watching you watch him and he’s thinking the worst.

“I’d like nothing more,” you thought Yoongi’s face would split in two, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in for a tight hug “and I promise to send you pretty flowers and tangerines every chance I get, for the rest of our lives,” you whispered. Yoongi couldn’t help himself, pulling away slightly so he could give you the kiss of a lifetime, he knew how much you love his lips.

“She didn’t say no hyungs!” You heard Jungkook’s distinct giggle and muffled cheers.

“You FaceTimed them?!” Yoongi whined, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. His dongsaeng walked out of his hiding spot, camera in one hand phone on another hand, “I thought you were recording with it!”

“I was recording with my Samsung, you know when you post this video they’ll want to see that,” the younger rolled his eyes, bringing the camera over so you could see the pictures.

“I wish I wasn’t wearing scrubs for this,” you complained, thanking your lucky stars there was no puking or excess of blood spilled on you tonight.

“You could’ve worn a burlap sack and Yoongi hyung would still think you’re the most gorgeous person alive noona,” Jungkook laughed, causing your fiancé to blush intensely. And between the guys congratulating you and Yoongi actually putting the ring on your finger, it really hit you that he was now your fiancé, and that your biggest dream had come true.

Your life would have a never ending amount of love, laughter and chaos, and you wouldn’t want anything else when it came to Yoongi.

A/N:

Hello! Sorry this took so long to get to you! I had a plan for this and when I saw this particular like reddit story thing I just NEEDED to do it with Yoongi. I hope y'all like it!

#bts fanfic #bts #min yoongi #yoongi x reader #yoongi fanfic #yoongi au

[jjunberry]

bts! when they think you’ve used them for fame

pairing! bts x reader

genre! angst

synopsis! they think you’ve used them for fame by releasing personal information (requested)

wc! 700

jin! always wanted you close to him, if not as his s/o then at least as his friend. he told himself he’d never confess to protect you from everything. so when some personal information got leaked, he didn’t want to believe it was you. the company however painted you out to be the culprit. “y/nie how could you?” he was hurt and confused. “jin i didn’t say anything i swear.” you pleaded. “i can’t trust you right now.” he left you to cry. your heart shattered. when it was revealed to be a stylist he tried to apologize only to find his phone number blocked.

namjoon! saw red. there was no way the one he loved could do this right? wrong according to the company. he called you right away. “hi joonie.” you greeted when you answered his call. “y/n i am so upset with you. i trusted you and this is how you treat me? i hope your five minutes of fame was worth it.” his tone full of venom. “joonie what?” the call went dead. when it was revealed a producer released the information namjoon’s heart broke. he tried reaching out but all attempts were blocked or ignored, he broke your heart.

yoongi! felt so betrayed. the one he loved releasing such personal information. he swore his heart broke. the company said it must have been you and he believed them. you brought him coffee but he was less than happy to see you. “yoongi are you okay?” he scoffed. “what do you think? i seriously hope the fame was worth it, get out now.” he snapped. your eyes watered and you left the coffee and ran. when it was revealed a backup dancer leaked the information yoongi tried everything to get you back but you put up a wall and shut him out.

hobi! didn’t want to believe it. he didn’t want to believe the one he loved told the world that information. when the company told him be immediately called you. “hi hobi.” his heart ached. “y/n did you see? congratulations you’re famous now.” his tone was cold. “hobi i didn’t say anything..” he hung up the phone. he couldn’t stand to hear your excuses. when he found out it wasn’t you he tried to reconcile but you turned him away to heart broken he didn’t believe you.

jimin! barely listened as the company said you leaked his personal information. after the meeting his took off to your house. when you opened the door to his frantic knocking he shoved his way inside. “jimin what’s wrong?” you asked. “don’t act so innocent y/n, you know exactly what you did. this friendship is over! i hope the fame was worth it.” you stared at him confused as he left. when he tried to make it up to you, he found his number blocked and his knocks on your door ignored.

taehyung! went numb when the company told him you leaked the personal information. all voices of reason left him. he felt so betrayed. “hi tae!” you greeted when he called you. “i can’t believe you, was the fame worth it?” you furrowed your eyebrows. “tae what?” he sighed. “i really thought you were the one.” he hung up. when he found out it wasn’t you he tried to get you back but after the second week of you not answering him, he left you be. he had to get use to the fact that he lost you.

jungkook! listened somewhat at the meeting about the information leaking. his eyes widened when they said you did it. he took off without a word. he showed up at your house angry. “jungkook i saw are you okay?” he rolled his eyes. “what do you think? you did this to me! i never want to see you again.. you hear me?” tears welled in your eyes. “jungkook what are you talking about?” he started to back away. “hope the fame was worth it.” he spat before leaving. jungkook begged you to forgive him when he found out it wasn’t you. however your heart was already broken beyond repair.

-

requested! by anon <3

author’s note! tumblr isn’t letting me place my pictures like normal so i had to improvise pls ignore any weird cropping while i figure out an alt method 😭

love, echo🖤

© jjunberry

#bts #bts x reader #bts imagines #bts preferences #bts reactions #bts headcanons #kpop x reader #kpop writers #jjunberry

[sluttywonwoo]

instead of you [part thirty-five] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either. 

warnings: swearing, lil bit of angst, smut (mdni ; 18+)

word count: 2.4k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

additional smut warnings: protected sex, public(ish) sex, switchy minho

“Min, what if we get caught?” you whispered, panting in his ear. 

It was hard to think straight while sitting on his dick but fragments of worries still bounced around in the back of your mind, vague reminders that what you were doing was illegal. It wasn’t as if you were some kind of saint, but you weren’t trying to get yourself on a registered sex offender list- especially not in Hawai’i of all places. 

“We won’t,” he assured you, “anyone who sees us will just think we’re cuddling.”

“Anyone with common sense will know exactly what we’re doing,” you muttered back. 

“Do you want to stop?” 

Minho held you still on top of him, fingers digging into your hips to stop you from moving. You didn’t answer right away.

“Baby?” he prompted, squeezing you tighter. 

The pet name startled you back into the present moment, making you stare down at Minho, blinking at him in surprise. He chuckled and freed one of his hands to rub your lower back under the hem of your shirt. 

“I don’t want to stop,” you confessed. “But if we get caught, I’m killing you.”

“If we get caught, my career is over,” he corrected, reminding you that there were more important things for him to worry about than yourself.

You always managed to forget that Minho was famous. Not even just famous, he was attached to the most popular boy group in the world. If he were to get in trouble for something like this it would make international news. And Minho’s parents would find out. Logically, you knew that his family finding out paled in comparison to the entire world finding out, but the first possibility was more daunting to you. Still, the idea of going viral for fucking one of BTS’s backup dancers on the beach was not something you wanted for yourself. 

“Maybe we shouldn’t then-” you said and started to lift yourself off of him. 

“I want to,” Minho assured you. “But I don’t want you not to enjoy yourself because you’re worried about someone seeing. We can take this back to the car if you want, or the hotel, or we can be done for the night.”

You slumped forward, resting against his chest and letting him hold you. You didn’t want to cut it short but you knew you wouldn’t be able to fully relax if you were thinking about every worst case scenario possible. 

“Can we go back to the hotel?”

He nodded. “Of course we can.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, none of that. Don’t be sorry. I want you to be comfortable, yeah? The whole point of sex is to enjoy it.”

You nodded in agreement even though you still felt a little guilty. Minho stood and then helped you to your feet. He gathered up the blanket you’d been sitting on and shook it off. He handed you one side of the blanket and kept hold of the other so that you could fold it nicely. 

“Where’d you even get this from?” you asked. 

“What, the blanket?”

 “Yeah, have you been carrying that around in your luggage this whole time?”

“No, I took it from the couch in my hotel room.”

“Minho!”

“What? I’m going to put it back!”    “It’s all dirty now, though.”

“I’ll wash it,” he assured you. “There are a lot of laundromats around here. Now come on, let’s head back before it gets too late.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at him in confusion. “How do you know that? Do you keep a running tab of every laundromat you come across?”

He led you by the hand back up the beach to the pathway to the parking lot, turning his head ever so slightly when he answered you so that you could hear him. “No, I just pay attention.”

“Shocking.”

Minho turned away from you again but you could see him shaking his head. You assumed he was also rolling his eyes at you. 

He threw the blanket in the trunk once you reached the car, and climbed back into the driver’s seat. 

“I don’t suppose you want to take the wheel this time?” he asked after you had already buckled your seat belt. “Since you do have an American driver’s license?”

You gave him a look. “Yeah, but it’s illegal for me to drive this car since I’m not listed on the rental paperwork as a driver.”

“You think we’ll get pulled over?”

“We might! I’m also not old enough, remember?”

He grinned as he put the car in reverse “I know. I was just kidding.”

“Rubbing it in my face again?”

“Of course.”

The drive back to the resort was comfortable. Minho pointed out every single laundromat you passed, even after you told him he’d made his point and didn’t have to keep doing so. You were the one to reach for his hand this time, threading your fingers between his without hesitation. He smiled to himself when you did that and squeezed your hand affectionately, something that did not go unnoticed by you. 

The spot in the hotel parking lot the two of you had left earlier was still open when you returned. Apparently, no one else liked to be out late, even on vacation. 

You let go of Minho’s hand to get out of the car and didn’t grab it again as you walked into the lobby. 

“Are you tired?” Minho asked once you reached the elevators. You knew the question he was actually asking was whether or not you were too tired to go upstairs with him. This was just his not-so-subtle way of asking. 

“I was tired when you dragged me out of bed but I’m too horny to sleep now.”

He grinned. “My room, then?”

“No, let’s fuck in my room,” you said sarcastically. “I’m sure your brother would love that.”

“Hilarious.”

“Thank you.”

The bell on the elevator dinged, announcing its arrival and you shuffled in together. Minho placed a hand on the small of your back and leaned forward to press the button for the eleventh floor, settling back against the wall next to you once it lit up and started to ascend. 

He dropped his hand again when the elevator reached his floor. You missed the warmth instantly. You knew the little things like that shouldn’t hurt your feelings. You weren’t a couple. He was too recognizable to be seen with anyone and have it not cause a fuss. Still, you found yourself wishing things could be different. It stung, even though it shouldn’t.

Minho stopped in front of what you assumed to be his door and fished in his pocket for the room key. He waved the card in front of the sensor, the electronic lock blinking green on the first try.

The room was dark, but Minho turned the entryway light on so that you were able to see into the space. His room was nearly identical to you and Jisung’s. The only difference was that the bed was against the opposite wall.

“You’re not sharing with Felix this time?” you asked at the realization that there was only one bed instead of two. 

“Our parents wanted us to, but we were getting pretty sick of each other so we decided to split the cost of an extra room.”

“Uh-huh, and it had nothing to do with this?” You gestured in between the two of you to emphasize the ‘this’ you were referring to.

“No, no, not at all!” Minho insisted, hand to his heart. “I promise, I didn’t bring you out to the beach just so we could have sex. I didn’t expect for us to- I just wanted to talk.”

Your mind went back to the moment where Minho had seemed lost in thought, like he wanted to say something important and then decided against it at the last minute. Was that what he meant? Or were you reading too much into it?

“I meant to tell you earlier,” he continued, “I didn’t want you to think that.”

“Oh okay,” you said, mostly because you weren’t sure what else to say. “It’s not a big deal if that was why you wanted to go somewhere. It’s not like we really do anything other than hook up anyway.”

“Not because I don’t want to! It’s just, it’s not like we can do normal couple stuff.” 

“You’d... want to do that with me?”

He quirked an eyebrow at you. “Yeah? Why wouldn’t I?”

Instead of choosing to address that, you pivoted. “Um, do you mind if I rinse off before we do anything else?”

Minho didn’t answer right away. He stood there staring at you with a look of concern on his face, bottom lip pulled in between his teeth as he tried to discern your sudden change in mood. “No, of course I don’t mind. But... are you okay? Did I say something wrong?”

You shook him off and lied. “No. I just feel gross from the beach. Did you want to join me or not?”

He hesitated again and you could tell he wanted to press further but refrained. “Yeah, of course I want to join you.”

You undressed together in relative silence as you waited for the water to warm up. The mood was definitely different but you hoped you hadn’t completely killed it. 

You could feel Minho’s gaze on you, could feel questions lingering in the air between you, but again he didn’t push. 

You turned around and kissed him to make up for it and he relaxed a little. He let you distract him all too willingly, stumbling into the shower after you with his eyes still closed. 

You pressed Minho up against the tile wall and he moaned into your mouth. He was already hard again, you could feel his dick twitching against your stomach. You reached in between your bodies and took him in your hand, stroking him slower than you knew he liked. It was better than nothing but nowhere near enough and it wasn’t long until he was thrusting into your palm, fucking your fist like it was a toy. You teased him a little, drawing your hand out of reach every now and then just to watch him pout. You couldn’t help yourself. It was payback for all of the times he had teased you and the desperate sounds he made every time you threatened to stop were turning you on more than you would have liked to admit. 

Minho let you think you were in control until he flipped it on you, literally. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he grabbed your wrists and spun you around so that you were the one up against the shower wall. Your back hit the tile hard and you scowled in annoyance.  

“What’s that look for?” Minho asked, hiking your thigh up onto his waist. 

“You couldn’t just let me be in charge for once?” 

He laughed. “I thought you liked it like this.”

You sigh. “I do, it’s just... I was having fun.”

“I could tell,” he mused. “You had this evil little smile on your face while you were jerking me off. It was pretty cute.”

“How could you tell? You had your eyes closed the whole time.”

“That’s not true, I had them like this-” he pauses to squint, “some of the time.”

“Uh-huh, sure.”

“I did!”

“Can you just fuck me already? I’m tired of you.”

-

“Is this really necessary?” you grumbled, glaring at Jisung as he rifled through the items on the rack.

“Yes!” he exclaimed. 

The boys were going golfing, and being the good fake girlfriend you were, you had no other choice but to tag along. You wouldn’t be playing, thank god, but you had to cheer Jisung on, and apparently had to dress the part to do so. You didn’t have anything suitable for the golf course so Nikki had suggested Jisung take you downstairs to the gift shop to find something to wear. 

The resort you were staying at was right across from the course so the gift shop was full of golf novelties and athletic wear for your... convenience. 

“These are expensive!” you hissed at Jisung once you checked the prices.

“You’re not the one paying for them,” he reminded you. 

“I know, that’s worse!”

“You know how much he makes right? Besides, I’m sure your real boyfriend will love it on you.”

“He’s not my boyfriend, you know that.”

Jisung looked annoyed. “Boyfriend, fuck buddy, booty call, sneaky link, situationship- whatever you want to call him.”

“Can we not talk about this?” you practically begged. “At least not here?”

He shrugged but dropped it. “You should get the polo and the skirt. It matches what I’m going to wear.”

You took Jisung’s advice and bought the items he suggested, paying for them with your own money. Even though they were pricey and you knew you would likely never wear them again, you wanted to exercise at least a little bit of financial freedom. You already felt guilty for the money the Hans had spent on you thus far. 

You thought about keeping the tags on the clothes and then returning them later, but it was hot out today and you knew you’d just sweat right through them. 

Jisung did buy you a little visor without you knowing. He presented it to you with a smug grin as soon as you stepped foot outside the gift shop, once it was too late to stop him. It was embroidered with a little cartoon quokka on the brim.

“We’re not in Australia,” you said, blinking down at the hat.

“Yeah, but it’s cute, right?”

“It’s really cute,” you quickly agreed. “Thank you.”

“Just thought you’d like it.”

He handed you the hat and then set off ahead of you back towards the elevators. You shook your head and scoffed out of earshot. You couldn’t figure him out. Last night he had made it clear that he wasn’t ready to talk, wasn’t ready to forgive you, and this morning he was talking to you like nothing had happened and buying you a sun visor because he saw it and thought you would like it? His mixed signals would give you a headache if you thought about them too long, but it was impossible not to. It was all you could think about. He was all you could think about. Well, him and Minho. 

You felt like an underdeveloped main character in a low-budget coming of age movie who only had enough brainpower to think about boys. Fucking exhausting, all of it. But what were you supposed to do? 

lmk what you think!! i always appreciate feedback :)

#instead of you stray kids #instead of you skz #iou stray kids #iou skz #stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #lee know x reader #lee know x female reader #lee know x bi!reader #lino x reader #lee minho x reader #minho x reader #minho smut #lee know series #stray kids series

[bts-0t-7]

Under the Light of the ARMY Bomb | KNJ

Pair: Namjoon x idol reader

Summary: Surprising your long-distance boyfriend as a singer has its perks. But when an unexpected double surprise came for ARMY’s in the stadium that day, it was the absolute highlight of the event. 

Genre: Pure tooth-rotting fluff, idol reader, idol Namjoon, established relationship au

WC: 1189

If you are ARMY, regardless of whether you have attended BTS concerts in person or virtually or even if you were just watching through clips, you know the exhilarating energy that they possess. Together with that, ARMY’s cheers and sing-alongs make the environment a thoroughly different environment. 

Today marks the last day of the world tour for BTS and they were performing at the Seoul Olympic Stadium. Even standing outside, you were already alight with energy, a sea of ARMY’s waving their light sticks and singing along to the electrifying performance on stage. From the little slit along the stages, you saw Namjoon commanding the stage with his powerful presence, leading his members with equal amounts of charisma. 

Every time, you would be part of the audience - a part of ARMY. But today will be unlike any other. Today, you had fully intended to join them on stage and give Namjoon the fright of his life. 

Amidst the crowd, you were hiding in plain sight. With your own fandom and performances, it was rare to find a moment of spare time where the both of you could just enjoy each other’s presence without the worry of the future. It has been four years since the both of you have come out to the public about your relationship. Saying that there were no hard times would be a big fat lie. 

You got threats on threats, making you constantly fear for your life. But there was also a section of ARMY and your own fan base that gave a positive output. You had changed your energy from them and did your best for them. You were glad that over time, people also grew accustomed to the fact that the both of you were dating. Not to say that there were no haters but just… lesser than before. 

When you found out that your precious boyfriend and his brothers were performing in Seoul, you couldn't resist the temptation of surprising him. Of course, you had told his members and talked to the company and their managers, ensuring that it was indeed okay for the surprise to happen. Arranging the preparation with the help of BTS’s management, it was still a challenge to keep your presence a secret from your boyfriend. The boys were not the best at keeping secrets from Joon and his sharp eyes just seemed to see everything. And your resistance was diminishing by each second when you see your boyfriend performing, hot as shit and cursing his way through. 

But it was all part of the thrill. 

As the concert reached its peak and the vocal line was performing ‘Dimple’, you slinked backstage with the rest of the dancers, heart thumping with anticipation. The crowd was in a frenzy and this was the perfect moment. 

Joining the line of backup dancers as they got onto the stage, shrouded in a hoodie and a cap, the spotlight was completely focused on the vocal line, allowing you a few seconds to prepare. 

As they got to the chorus, you stepped forward, voice steady and heart full of love and excitement. The vocal line continued singing with you, harmonising their voices with yours with ease. In the background, ARMY’S cheers increased in volume as the ARMY bombs went crazy, but all you could see was Namjoon’s surprised expression. It took a moment for the realisation to set in that you were actually here. The wide smile that adorned his lips made your heart explode. 

All that waiting was worth it. 

It was unforgettable. 

You and the boys continued performing, having the best time teasing their leader during the remainder of the song. As you faced ARMY and waved your own ARMY bomb, you could feel Namjoon’s eyes on you the whole time. But he couldn’t seem to take them off of you as the crowd erupted into cheers and applause as you bowed to them. Your presence on the stage was unexpected and everybody was living off it - including him. It was the best surprise that he could have ever asked for. 

When the song ended, Namjoon ran out from backstage, clumsily tripping over himself. As he stepped forward, his hands trembled uncontrollably when he held your own. The rest of the boys were rowdy behind the both of you, shouting and teasing, revelling in the romantic surprise unfolding before their eyes. But all of that turns into the background when Namjoon looks into your eyes. All he could see… was you. 

The crowd quickly hushed as Namjoon spoke, his voice thick with emotion. “Y/N, what an announcement spoiler you are.” He laughed. “From the moment we met, from the days we spent together to the nights after every concert and phone call, I’ve always been thinking about it. You brought so much light into my life, to the rest of the boys, and to ARMY. I wanted to tell you when we decided to go on that date two days later but after this surprise, I can’t think of a better time to ask than now.”

The crowd went crazy and then went silent again. 

Tears welled in your eyes as your heart rate rose to a dangerous level just thinking of the possibility of - 

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to wake up every day with you by my side and go to sleep every night with you in my arms.” Namjoon kneeled down on one knee, an open ring box in one hand and a microphone in the other. “Will you marry me? Can you take this clumsy, absolutely hopeless kitchen man in?”

The stadium fell into absolute silence, the air tense with anticipation. 

But you didn’t hesitate. There were so many things you wanted to say but the words caught in your throat. Your mind was moving miles per second but all you could say was, “Yes! Yes, oh my gosh Namjoon, yes!”

The stadium erupted in applause and maybe you were just high from the adrenaline, but you swore that even the ground was shaking. But it was because of the cheers from the crowd and the ecstatic reactions of the rest of the members that made the moment even more unforgettable. Namjoon slipped the ring onto your finger, sealing the promise of a lifetime together. Namjoon’s hand cupped the back of your neck and brought you in for a heated kiss. 

You prepared a surprise for him but got a larger surprise instead. You knew that you were going to forever be teased on this by the boys but you couldn't bring yourself to care. It was you and Namjoon - against the world. 

As the concert continued, the atmosphere was even more electric. The unexpected love and joy in the air was palpable and your surprise appearance and engagement became the highlight of the night. Namjoon’s confession of love in front of thousands of fans marked a clear, new beginning - not just for you as a couple but for BTS and their dedicated ARMY as well. 

It was a night of music, love, and memories that none would forget. 

#btsfanfiction #bts #btsff #love #fluff #femalereader #music #idol x reader #idol au #established realtionship au #alternate universe #namjoon x reader #Namjoon x oc #namjoon x you #namjoon x yn #namjoon x y/n #bts kim namjoon #rm #RM #rap monster #kim namjoon #namjoon #performance

[pars-ley]

Make it move

Pairing: Idol Jimin x female reader

Summary: Being the girlfriend of an idol definitely had its perks, but witnessing the choreography for their new song first hand was a big one.

Genres: Idol au / established relationship / smut / fluff / drabble

Rating: 18+ (NSFW)

Warnings: adorable Jimin, like too cute for words / run bts jimin / steamy elevator scene / clitoral stimulation / heavy kissing / a little grinding / talks of a strip tease / 

W/c: 1.7k

Beta: @pjmparadise​ thank you!

Banner: @jinsquishes​ it’s perfect thank you!

Notes: I started this after the Run BTS choreography video came out and I was inspired. Possibly, I might be thinking of making a part two inspired by Jimin’s iconic ‘filter’ performance, if you would like me to, let me know in the comments.

Jimin led you by the hand to the studio, his fingers entwined with yours pulling you along excitedly and leaving you jogging to keep up with him.

The dance studio was full of people, dancers, and staff; your name being called loudly in chorus drew your attention. As the guys all ran over, you were encased in six warm hugs and relished their loving grip. It had been too long since you’d seen them all together.

"Yoongi, your hair!" You reach up and touch the ends, shocked by the length and the way he wore it; the half-up, half-down hairstyle really suits him.

"You like it?" He asks, with that cute gummy smile and slight pink to his cheeks.

"I love it! You look very handsome, more so than usual." You wink playfully, sensing Jimin's eyes on you as the words leave your mouth.

"Ah," he wines at your side. "Don't tell him that."

You laugh, cupping his face. "Don't worry. No one compares to you." Leaning in and kissing him on the corner of his lips and enjoying the sight of his cheeks flushing, and he can't contain the immense grin spread across his face.

Taehyung’s arms are around your waist, interrupting the moment and sweeping you up in the air, and spinning you in a circle. You can’t help the giggle that escapes. "Where have you been?" He asked, setting you back down. 

"I know it's been too long; working and studying have been kicking my ass." His hands find yours, and you squeeze them.

"You know what they say, all work and no play…" he twirls you around fast before giving you another tight hug.

"And that's exactly why I'm here."

"Well, in that case, let's get you a front-row seat to the show." He calls out.

"Hey Tae, can I have this jacket when you're done with it?" You play with the fringe design on the black leather.

Beaming at you, he replies. "How can I say no to Jimin's girl?" 

"I'm just kidding!" You give him a playful nudge with your elbow.

There was a shout to get into positions, and the boys run off waving to you. 

"Come, sit down." Jimin leads you to a chair at the front and centre of their grouping, kissing you on the cheek before running off to take his position with the rest of the guys. Your hands wring nervously in your lap at the idea of watching this new routine; you knew you'd love it, that was a given, but nevertheless, your stomach turns with anticipation.

With everyone in position, the music starts.

You recognise the song immediately, your favourite out of the new ones they did for their last album, Run BTS. Leaning forward on the edge of your seat a little more, anticipating the routine with your fingers clinging to the edge of your seat.

The complex choreography and the teaming of the backup dancers were definitely impressive, it looked like one of the more complicated dance routines they had done. 

When Jimin comes into your view, dancing with Jungkook, of course, you can't keep your eyes off him; not only was the way he moved through the steps mesmerising, but also his choice of top. Every so often, his grey crop jumper would ride up enough for you to have a glimpse of his abs. The sight was enough to have you squeeze your legs together to ease the throbbing between your thighs. With every jump in the routine, the jumper would lift, teasing you to what was underneath, to what you currently couldn’t run your hands along.

When the music stops, your body still vibrates wildly from the thrum of your pounding heart. 

Jimin came running over to you, eyes bright with excitement and breathing hard, but he managed to gasp out, "So, what did you think?" Leaning down toward you with his hands on his knees.

You bite your lower lip, wondering how to answer when all you can think of is peeling that sweaty jumper off him, clinging to him like you longed to.

"Didn't you like it?" A frown marring his beautiful face upsets you, not realising how long you're taking to answer.

"Are you kidding? I loved it. It's perfect." You shift in your seat to try and ease the painful ache between your legs. "You are perfect."

He seems to search your eyes, confusion wrinkling his brow. "What's on your mind?"

You sit on the edge of your seat, legs crossed tightly and hands squeezed tightly together. "You."

You watch as understanding falls across his soft features and heat sparks in his eyes.

"Take me somewhere?" Your voice, husky and thick with desire made it sound like a question, it was anything but. The urgency you feel must have transcended into your voice because he takes your hand and pulls you hastily out of the room. 

You didn't even glance at the boys or wave goodbye, your only focus is Jimin. 

Your skin is hot and tingling at the prospect of being touched by him, and the sensation is almost suffocating, leaving you unable to think about anything else as Jimin drags you hastily down the hall to the elevator. He smashes the button repeatedly until the doors ding open. 

Once inside, he was on you; full, delicious lips on yours, the slight taste of sweat as you explored his mouth with your tongue. Your lips glide together like silk, and when you gently suck his bottom lip into your mouth, he groans against you, the sound arousing you further. His hands were on your face and sliding down your body, fingers running through your hair, they were everywhere all at once, urgent and desperate, and yet, it still wasn’t enough. Your hands went up under his jumper, instantly slick with his sweat as they travelled along his hard abs and chest, gliding around to his strong back, causing fresh arousal to pool in your underwear. 

He backs you against the mirrored wall as you feel his hands slide down the backs of your thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake before abruptly pulling them out from under you and lifting you off the ground. You tighten your legs around his waist as his fingers explore along the underneath of your thighs, travelling up below your skirt. You almost jolt when you feel his feather light touch reach the edge of your panties, fingertips skating across the arousal seeping through the thin material.

“Oh baby,” he gasps with surprise against your mouth. “Tell me what you need.”

His lips travel down your neck, the throbbing between your legs becoming unbearable.

“I need you inside me.”

He smirks, gorgeous lips twisting sexily in a lopsided smile, knowing his power and fully ready to use it. “Should I tease you?” he wasn’t asking; he had already made up his mind.

“Please, Jimin. I don’t think I can take it.” You writhe against him, unable to stop yourself, the desperation obvious.

“Hmmm,” he thrusts up against you, his erection concealed by his jeans, hitting you in the place you were quivering with need. A loud moan escapes your lips, his name falling out too somewhere. The prickle of sweat forming at the back of your neck, feeling too hot and aware of too many layers against your skin, now yearning to be free. His fingertips skate over the slick material covering your overly sensitive bud, and your stomach tightens. You were already so close, so eager to feel the ecstasy take over your body. You rotate your hips against his fingers as he traces gentle but fast circles against your clit. 

“Baby, you are so needy tonight. Is this what watching me dance does to you, hm?” He whispers against your neck.

You nod, barely registering his words as you feel the tightness growing, ready to snap. 

Chasing the high, the most sinful sounds leave you, singing loudly and personally serenading Jimin. 

"Yes, don't stop. Don't stop." You gasp out as your body finally gives out, legs tightening around him as pleasure hits you, rendering you blind with white light as wave after wave of bliss rides through you. He kisses you gently while you unravel, your core pulsing hard around nothing.

Your thumping heart begins to return to normal as some semblance of relief and satisfaction hits, albeit very briefly, but it sates you enough to think straight again.

“That’s got to be a record for you, no?” He asks you, that smug look returning.

Laughing and shaking your head as he releases your legs and places your feet back on the ground. “Clearly, I really like watching you dance.”

Excitement glitters darkly in his eyes as he adjusts his erection, tucking it into the waistband of his jeans. “Is that so?”

“Absolutely.”

He takes your hand and entwines his fingers with yours again, kissing the back of your hand and tucking some stray strands of hair behind your ears as he strokes your cheeks with the back of his fingertips. Before coming in close and placing a tender kiss against your lips.

“Maybe I’ll give you a private dance when we get back home.” He winks at you playfully, but he’s planted the seed. All you could envision was him giving you the most sensual performance you could possibly imagine, just for your eyes, and fresh arousal seeps into your underwear. Squeezing your legs together to try and get some relief from your already throbbing sex. Jimin raises an eyebrow at your lip-biting and cheeks heating with a dusting of pink.

“I have a request.” you say thoughtfully.

“Anything.” His eyes scream desperation, almost as much as yours do.

“Wear your ‘FIlter’ suit?” you bite your lip, suddenly shy to ask for something you’ve wanted for quite some time.

His devastatingly handsome smirk answers your request as does the glint of darkness flashing across his eyes. “The red or purple?”

Oh god, how could you decide, you didn’t care, just the thought of him in either suit was enough to make you groan out loud.

He laughs, clearly enjoying the effect he has on you and you already knew he would not end your suffering anytime soon. Your heart pounds so hard you can hear it echo in your ears; all you can do is try to keep up as your stomach flips with anticipation. The look of desperation mirrors in his eyes as he pulls you from the elevator as soon as the doors open and whisks you out, pulling you with the promise of everything you need and more than you could have wished for.

#bantanarmynet #thebtswritersclub #kvanity #bts #bangtan #bangtan sonyeondan #BTS jimin #bts park jimin #jimin #park jimin #jimin fanfiction #bts jimin x reader #bts jimin fanfic #bts jimin smut #bts jimin fanfiction #bts fanfiction #bts fanfics #idol fanfic #idol au #bts idol au #park jimin fanfiction

[byhimawari]

AoT Modern AU x BTS

Jungkook’s new album has been stuck in my head these days, especially his song “standing next to you”! So I made a doodle for my fellow RivaMika and ARMY sis @onigiri-dorkk!

AU where she and Mikasa are fangirl besties and they fought tooth and nail to get these front row tickets to see pop star sensation, Levi, live in concert! Onigiri is very overwhelmed with happiness and Mikasa is downright star struck (∩˃o˂∩)♡

Featuring Erwin the security and Hange his backup dancer lol

#rivamika #levi x mikasa #levimika #rivamika fanart #rivamika fandom #mikasa x levi #levi and mikasa #rivaille x mikasa #bts #bts army #bts jungkook

[jellycrusher]

Fangirl pt. 6

INITIALLY POSTED ON MY FORMER PAGE: bts-teaspoonff

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Slow Burn, Idol A/U

Pairing: BTS OT7 x backupdancer!reader

Rating: PG

Summary: Y/N, being a huge fangirl, finally got her chance to work alongside her favorite idol group as a backup dancer. She gets to know each member personally and realizes that her feelings may be more than fangirl-idol attraction.

Word Count: 8.1K

Warnings: slight angst, minor character death, implied PTSD, panic attack

Taglist: @nochujeonjk @i-like-puppy-mg @miyochan@satotakeru14 @boba-tea1206​ @blimpintime​​ @kodzuskook​ @fangirl125reader​​ @xicanacorpse​​​​

PARTS:  masterlist... 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

You’re back at your apartment, staring blankly at the ceiling as you lay down on the floor of your living room trying to contemplate what just happened today. It was supposed to be a free day for you but so far, everything is so crazy. You shrill as you curl yourself into ball, rolling to the side, as you recall all the events that had happened today.

 From Hoseok attending your class then driving you back to BigHit, to standing in that recording booth listening to their voices as they mutter your name. What in the world did you do in your past life to receive all this happiness? 

 You pull your bag from the table above you to the floor where you’re laying down. You stare at the brand new purple phone inside your bag. Jiyong handed it out to you when you asked for a copy of the message. You did refuse it at first but when Jiyong mentioned Namjoon specifically told him that there’s absolutely no way he’ll let you refuse their gift. You raise the phone towards the ceiling as you flip it to closely examine the phone. You let your fingers brush on the small and subtle BTS logo on its backside.

 “What did I do to be this lucky?” You unlocked the phone for the first time and almost dropped the phone on your face, taken aback at the silly wallpaper that appeared out of the blue. It looks like Taehyung took the selfie, with him and Jin in the front while Hoseok, Jimin and Jungkook, in the middle row, were all adorably trying to push forward as if fighting for a bigger space in the selfie. RM and Yoongi were behind the other boys being so casual about it. You chuckle so loud looking at Yoongi in the selfie. It must have taken a lot of persuasion from the boys for him to join.

 You browse your phone to find the recorded message. After a few minutes, you finally found it saved as a widget on your menu screen. You click to play it on loudspeaker and pressed the phone on your chest as you anticipate to hear them once more.

 [All 00:01]                       

Hello y/n, we are BTS!

[Taehyung 00:04]           

Surprise! On behalf of our favorite sound engineer, Jiyong, we give you this one of a kind voice message from us, your favorite group in the world.

[Jin 00:14]                      

He told me he’s terrified of you when you’re angry…… What?…. Jiyong is telling the boys that I’m lying. Don’t believe what he says. Jiyong has a sister complex, guys.

[RM 00:25]                   

Hyung, don’t bully Jiyong unless you also want to give him an apology message

[Jin 00:31]                    

I’m just joking. Jiyong adores you. I can attest to that because he won’t stop bragging you to us even before you have worked here. I almost feel like I’m your close friend with how much he talks about you

[Yoongi 00:43]            

As expected, this message is now getting chaotic. Should we get to our main point?

[Jimin 00:49]              

Right! We actually suggested if Jiyong could instead give you a signed album but he admitted that you already have ALL our albums. Most of them being signed albums so I guess there’s no point in giving you an extra copy?

[Jungkook 01:05]      

So Taehyung, being a genius, asked us if we could record this message and sing a few parts of our songs just for you.

[J-hope 01:10]           

For our number one fan, we’ll sing for you right here. Every time you hear this, imagine that we’re singing in front of you.

[RM 01:17]                 

Enjoy our little gift! And can you please assure Jiyong that you’re not angry with him? He really looks like a terrified and sad little puppy

[Jin 01:29]                 

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA look at Jiyong

A few more seconds, they started singing Butterfly. How many times have you played this song on repeat? You can’t even remember anymore. Listening to them sing it ‘live’ to you through this recorded message still gives off the same raw emotional performance compared from the studio version.

 Jiyong must have suggested them to sing Butterfly. You may have mentioned him once before that this song was significant to you but no one really knows the reason for it. At first, Jiyong thought that it’s just simply your favorite song from BTS but soon after, he realized that maybe you thought of your parents based on the message of the song.

 You didn’t try to explain anything to him even when he opened the topic of your parents. You just let him think that the reason why this song is significant for you is because, as stated in the song’s message, it expresses your fear of losing someone represented by a butterfly.

 It’s actually much deeper than that. You actually thought of yourself whenever you hear this song. Yes, both you and Jiyong lost your parents. However, you also lost a part of yourself after the accident. It took you years to recover yourself back from the trauma.

 It was late at night when your parents were driving, along with you as a passenger, back to the house. They argued for just a few seconds as you observe them quietly from the back seat, then an upcoming skidding truck blinded all of you with its glaring front lights. When you opened your eyes, you were already upside down hanging by the seatbelt. Smell of gas was eerily present as you see the front of the car totaled along with your parents, making you the only survivor. Silence in that dark tunnel was terrifying.

 Jiyong wasn’t in the car when it happened. Fortunately, he was staying back at home with your grandparents because he was sick that night.

 Both you and Jiyong quickly became the talk of the village. There has never been a horrific accident in the history of your town. A drunk driver collided with the car that your family had been in, killing everyone but you. High School Orphans and only your grandparents now to take care of you and your twin brother. You had to show a brave front for your brother. You may be twins but you acted the big sister role most of the time and had to constantly comfort Jiyong through the pain of losing your parents.

 However, the guilt of surviving alone and the horrifying image of your parents constantly fights your sanity. You had to be strong for Jiyong but as a young girl at that time, you did crave for a figure to not just comfort you but also help you get up.

 When you heard Butterfly years after the accident, you understood it very well. In the lyrics, there’s also a hint of trying to save someone before they do something they regret or something they won’t come back from. When you listen to the song, it felt like there’s two of you. The you who is trying very hard to hold on is singing the lyrics to the you who is on the verge of letting go.

 The lyrics can be interpreted as losing someone you love. It can be an ex-partner, friend, or loved one. For you, it was yourself. Losing yourself. That’s what you were afraid of and fought really hard to not make that happen.

 That’s the main reason you became their fan. The complexity of their lyrics always seems to pull the unspoken words from you.

 · ───────── ·⑦· ───────── ·

 “Here’s an orange juice from me!” Taehyung props down the cold drink in front of Jiyong and sits down on a chair beside him, eyes still glued on Jiyong like a puppy.

 “How about Pad Thai from your favorite Thai place?” Jimin joined them as he offers it and sits on the other side opposite to Taehyung.

 “I’m sure he’ll choose mine. Hamburg steak with cheese and additional sauce.” Jungkook stood behind Jiyong, towering him as he leans in and puts down the food in front of Jiyong.

 “I’m telling you guys I can’t give it to you. She’ll kill me for sure this time.” Jiyong whined as he kick his legs from frustration. He wants to accept the food bribery but he knows that if he give what the three adorable troublemakers are asking from him, an apology message from BTS won’t save him again from you.

 “You used our song for her cover. I guess we have a right to listen to it or even have a copy of it.” Taehyung pouts followed by adamant nods from Jimin and Jungkook.

 When you were with Jiyong in the small recording studio, the three of them were actually just outside the door along with Hoseok trying to eavesdrop waiting for a reaction from you. They were actually surprised when Jiyong suggested that you try to sing to their song just to let off steam. Jungkook and Taehyung can’t seem to stop snickering when they heard you two siblings teasing each other through the intercom because you insisted Jiyong not to hit the record button when you start singing. 

 When Jiyong asked you what songs you would like to sing, you declared to sing short covers to Promise, Still With You and Snow Flower, granting gasps from the three song owners sneaking outside. Taehyung actually choked a bit from his own saliva, not expecting you to sing his song.

 The four of them were all listening in as you were singing in the booth the whole time. Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung were absorbed especially when it was their song that you’re singing. J-hope was also amazed and surprised. Not only you were one heck of a dancer but an amazing singer as well. Your talents could bring other idols that they know to shame.

 After you were done and left the recording studio, they all rushed inside to ask Jiyong if he did record it all. To their surprise, Jiyong recorded it all but of course, he did it without you knowing. Since then, the boys have been asking and bribing Jiyong to send them a copy of the music file.

 “I helped you by suggesting the personal recorded message. Can I have a copy of her cover please?” Taehyung pleaded with his doe eyes. Jiyong, now closely surrounded by the maknae line, contemplates whether the risk of being chopped to pieces by you is worth it.

 · ───────── ·⑦· ───────── ·

 Inside the practice room, every other dancer is busy dancing their butts off. You lean back on your hands spread behind you as you quietly observe your other fellow dancers practicing in front of the mirror. With the purple phone in your other hand, you gripped it tightly as you let your breathing slowly normalize just after finishing your solo dance practice. Sounds of stomping and shoe skidding on the floor echoed in the practice room as everyone pushed through the hectic schedule for the day.

 Tomorrow is the team’s MT or three day team-building event that’s got everyone in a tight schedule for today to, at least, finish any preparations that could be done and present the couple dance routines in front of BTS along with the choreographers.

 BTS and the main choreographers later entered the practice room and soon the dance routine presentation started. You’re last to present along with your dance partner, Taeyang, the couple dance routine you’ve finished. When it was finally your turn, Taeyang quickly stood and offered to help you up off the floor. You have danced in front of the boys and the choreographers countless of times but why does it still feel like you’re dancing to be evaluated and be listed off the team.

 The other boys quickly took notice of your newfound closeness with your dance partner and they weren’t entirely comfortable seeing you smile so sweetly at him. Hoseok were glaring at Taeyang’s hand as they landed snugly on your hips to turn you into place. The three younger members were sneaking stares like a hawk. 

 They all knew that one of them is gonna dance with you to this song eventually but seeing you be this touchy and close to another man ignited something in them. Unsure whether it was jealousy but they convinced themselves that it might just be the feeling of protectiveness since Jiyong had told them again and again to keep an eye out for you.

 Yoongi’s full attention today was not really on any dancers nor the dance routines. He knew the inevitable obvious choice, which is to give anyone from the dance line the solo dance spot. The only dance routines he gave his attention to, not caring entirely though, was the dance routine for a member with three or two dancers. He glanced at his other members and sees Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook and Hoseok sitting up straight and anticipating you to start dancing with your male partner.

 The second the music started, the four members on the dance line were entirely absorbed on watching ahead. Without needing words, Yoongi knew that the four of them are hungrily vying for the solo dance part. What he didn’t know was that the four of them were only thinking of the opportunity to finally have a chance to share the stage with you. The way your male partner danced to the music along with you, to the tunes of Without Me by Halsey, had them hungry for the coveted spot. 

 Taeyang, your dance partner, carefully lands his hands on your hips and it travels down to your leg as you lean into him with your head back. Catching everyone’s eye at the intimate and almost sultry dance step, especially Yoongi. A few sneaky gulps occurred amongst them. You were completely engrossed in the music with movements completely fluid and expressions purely enchanting everyone. 

 You were naïve to the scorching gazes and unfamiliar desire from the 7 members. Yoongi along with Jin and RM were now determined to insert themselves in the competition amongst the group for the solo dance part. All of them quickly exchanged looks the moment you finished dancing and the music stopped. No words were spoken but all of them understood that each of them definitely wanted the opportunity to share the stage with you more than the coveted chance to dance solo.

 You held your water bottle tightly while you quench your thirst. You eye out to the side as the main choreographers were busy talking to each other and to some of the dancers. Taehyung, Hoseok, Jimin and Jungkook were also busy talking to their managers at the other side of the room.

 “I see that you’re putting our gift to good use.” You almost choke on your water at the sudden voice behind you.

 “Namjoon? Don’t scare me like that” You cough. Finishing his cup of water, he slowly walked to your side. You quickly notice Yoongi’s head popping out from Namjoon’s side. “Hello to you two.” Namjoon cheekily grins and Yoongi smiled with his lips closed.

 “He said you’re putting our gift to good use.” Yoongi slightly leans forward, whispering. You glanced at him and quickly looked at the purple phone you’re tightly holding in your other hand beside you.

 Quickly after realizing that the two of them were eyeing your phone, you stammer while you took a step closer. “You really didn’t have to give me this. I tried to refuse it but Jiyong told me that you insisted that I accept it. Also, your other gift was unexpected but thank you. I appreciate it.” You smile nervously at the two of them, hiding the fact that you don’t just appreciate the recorded message but it meant the world to you. Obviously, you won’t admit that.

 “We did thought of giving you a portable drive for the message but I remembered that I did ruin your phone so I suggested that to them. For that I’m sorry.” Namjoon rubs the back of his head.

 Yoongi tries to join in the conversation, placing his hand on Namjoon’s shoulder. “Have you tried exploring your phone? Checked the apps that we have pre-downloaded for you?” Your eyes widen at Yoongi’s sudden questions, followed by a shake of your head. “We did. You might want to check it out.”

 Both of them stare at you as you give them a dazed look. The hand beside you that has your phone slowly creeps its way up but the sudden presence of a hand halting your hand surprised you.

 “Um… Maybe check it later when you’re alone.” Yoongi faces the other way, hand still around your wrist. He thought that maybe by looking away, you won’t notice the faint tinge of pink on his cheeks as he recall what surprise he left for you in your phone. 

 He slowly released your hand, aware of the sudden contact with you and the presence of a crowd in the room. Your eyes still glued to him, you did notice his effort to hide his bashfulness. You try to hold in your giggle at how Yoongi suddenly looked so adorable and it made you much more curious to check your phone. You remind yourself to definitely check what’s up with your new phone the moment the practice session is done.

 By the time you realized your work for today is done, you search for the boys in the room but discovered that they might have left the room ahead of the choreographers and some staff. Most of the dancers were also eager to call it a day. Must be because of the Team MT tomorrow.

 As the youngest of the new female dance team, you have always offered to be the last to stay and clean up the practice room. It comes as a shock to you that your dance partner Taeyang offered to stay behind to help you tidy up the room. While you may have gotten a lot closer with him, interactions with him outside of dance practice is still a bit awkward. 

 You sneak in a glance from the other side of the room as he busies himself with turning off all the electronic equipments while you tidy up the corner from the other side of the practice room. To distract yourself from being antsy at the awkwardness between you, you take out your phone from pocket to try and check the apps that Yoongi mentioned.

 “Our dance a while ago was amazing.” Your voice got caught up in your throat when you suddenly heard his voice. He was still bending down, not looking at you, reaching for something behind the sound system. Almost instantly, you stood straight up at his compliment to hide the fact that you were glancing at him. Finally facing you, he says “Your moves were amazing. You really do transform when it’s time to perform just as the others say.”

 “Thank you. I’m still lacking but I hope I did good as your partner.” you say as you put your phone back in your pocket.

 Something about his gaze as he walks up to you made you avoid eye contact, bashful from the compliment. He slowly closes the distance between the two of you and you were so sure he was going to stop in front of you. You find yourself sighing when he just walked past you, to the water dispenser behind you. 

“And thank you for staying and helping me clean up today.” You weren’t sure why you were so suddenly aware at how awkward this is turning out. Taeyang have complimented you before during practices but somehow, the change of timbre in his voice slightly made you nervous and hyperaware of the fact that you’re alone with him.

 “Anytime, y/n.” You turn to him when you saw a smile slightly obstructed by the rim of the paper cup as he drink up a cup of water. “Too bad I’m just a stand-in for that solo dance.”

 You barely caught what your dance partner had just said so you thought to try and ask him to repeat then a sudden sound of the door opening startling both you and Taeyang, your phone almost slipping from your hands. Your breath catches and you smile so wide it could almost reach your ears as you recognize the figure slowly coming up to you. Despite not having really spent a lot of time with Jin, his presence is a huge relief to break the sense of awkwardness filling your chest. You find your shoulders relax as you see him greet you with a smile.

 Jin was also confused when he saw that you were alone with Taeyang in the room. He hides his discomfort at the sight but seeing how your face lit up when he came into the room, he let the thought pass and kept his face neutral despite wanting to grin at how adorable you looked when you smiled at him.

 “Jiyong asked me to get you.” Jin says, still glancing at Taeyang drinking his cup of water behind you. 

 “He could’ve just texted me. That lazy guy.” You hiss and then turned to Taeyang to bid goodbye.

 “See you tomorrow then?” Taeyang pats your head and turns to his bag. You excused yourself from Jin to run and get your bag from the far end of the room. By the time you walked back beside Jin, Taeyang have already left the room.

 “I didn’t know you and Taeyang were that close already.” Jin queries. He wants to press on further especially after seeing Taeyang comfortably touched your head but he doesn’t want you to think that he’s nosy. You and Jin were still acquaintances but with his closeness with Jiyong, you almost feel like a younger sister to him.

 “Can’t help it if we’re always practicing that solo dance routine almost everyday.” You explain. “But we haven’t really spent much time outside practice time. He’s just looking out for me since he’s kind of my dance mentor too.”

 I don’t think it’s just that, he thinks to himself. He saw the way Taeyang looked at you today. He knew all the male dancers well and Jin never saw that kind of gaze from Taeyang directed at anyone. Not that he has any problems with Taeyang probably having feelings for you, he just repeats to himself that he’s looking out for you.

 “So what does my lazy brother need from me to have asked you personally to come and get me?” You question him as you usher him out of the room while you turn off the lights and close the door.

 “Oh that. He didn’t actually.” You look at him, confused with brows furrowed. “I was the one who actually needed to get you and come with me. I only used Jiyong’s name because Taeyang was there.”

 “Come with you? To where?” Both you and Jin walked side by side along the hallway.

 “We’re having a game night at our dorm and the boys wanted to invite you.” Jin informs you, still looking ahead. He wasn’t aware that you stopped walking when you heard what he just said.

 “Wait, what, Me? Why me?” Jin heard your voice slightly go up and this made him turn quickly to his side, startling him to not see you beside him and rather, frozen a few feet behind him.

 “We invited Jiyong as well but he’ll be late. He said he’s caught up with work.” Jin beams at you warmly as he tries to calm you down.

 “Yeah but why me? I mean isn’t it too sudden for me to just barge in at your dorm?” You counter.

 Surely, this is a big jump from the warm gesture from the voice message and new phone. You’re happy that they have thought of you to come on their game night but isn’t their dorm their personal private space?

 “Jiyong has been a very good friend to us, almost like family and we all wanted to make an effort to get to know you as well. We usually invite him to the dorm whenever we can and I think he would be happy if you’ll be there too.” For a moment, Jin thought it would be a good idea to just use Jiyong’s name as an excuse to invite you because he knew that you would be uncomfortable if it was just them inviting you. In reality, his other members have already suggested to invite you even before he got the chance to suggest it to them.

 “I want to get to know all of you more as well. I’m just shocked that you all think the same way. Excuse me but I won’t deny anymore that I’ve been a huge fan for a long time. I’m sure you know that well by now.” You gripped the strap of your bag tightly and your nervous state didn’t go unnoticed by Jin. Your heart is racing a hundred beats a second at just hearing him invite you to their dorm.

 “I’m just glad that Jiyong’s twin sister is our fan and not an anti. It would’ve been hard for us to befriend you if that was the case.” He chuckles. Your heart is full at Jin’s effort to lighten up the mood.  “Come on. I’m going to buy food for the troublemakers at home. Yoongi will be cooking for us tonight but Taehyung and Jungkook texted me to get extras.” He pats your shoulder

 A little extra time to get to know them wouldn’t hurt. It could actually help you a lot with the solo dance routine. You wouldn’t want to perform badly just because you’re not comfortable and awkward with your partner. Thinking back when you first danced to the song with Taeyang, it just looked so wrong and you couldn’t convey the dance properly. It’s a blessing in disguise to get to be close to them this way but you wouldn’t refuse such a scrumptious offer.

 You were grateful for Jin’s effort to lift up your mood during the drive back to their dorm. Sometimes, you would tightly grip the seatbelt in front of your chest and fall quiet. He would suddenly pull out ridiculous puns that would bring out the most un-ladylike laugh from you. To distract yourself, you insisted to be the one to get off the car and pick up the order from a restaurant.

 Your breathing gets ragged and eyes unfocused the longer the drive went and the closer you get to the dorm. You think you might be sick with the way your stomach flips at the thought of 6 other people waiting for you.

 You froze behind Jin as he ring the doorbell. There’s still a chance for me to run, you thought but was interrupted when you hear unintelligible chatter from at least 2 people on the other side of the door.

 The door flew wide open and you were greeted by Taehyung and Jungkook. The two of them holding the doorknob with Taehyung slightly pinned beneath by Jungkook who seems to have jumped on his back. “You’re finally here!” Taehyung flashes his boxy grin at you.

 Your eyes wandered behind the two of them as Namjoon’s head popped up from the end of the short hallway visible from the doorway. He raised his hand to wave to you and you waved back.

 “Don’t crowd the lady and help me carry these to the kitchen.” Jin instructs them and instantly, Taehyung and Jungkook untangled themselves from each other and rushed to get the bags from Jin’s hands. You could almost hear Namjoon at the edge of the hallway teasingly smacking and scolding the two of them from overwhelming you when you arrived.

 Jin was caught by surprise when you try to hold in your chortle, shoulders shaking at the sight of those two being scolded. He stood against the door allowing you to go in ahead of him and when he saw you hesitate a bit, he hums and say with a grin “Don’t worry, those kids won’t bite.”

 You walked ahead further down the hallway, nervously treading every step. Finally, you get a clearer view of the inside of their dorm. Directly on your right, a huge glass chandelier adorns the ceiling complimenting the black and white interior of the spacious kitchen. A long wooden dining table in the middle. Across from the kitchen, an L-figure brown couch facing the huge flat screen occupies the living room. It feels weird seeing it upclose and personal after seeing glimpses of their dorm from online videos and their V-lives.

 Sound of plastic bags rustling coming from the kitchen caught your attention. Taehyung and Jungkook were rushing to take out all the contents from the bag, drooling at the sight of the takeout you and Jin ordered. Yoongi was busy chopping up something with his back facing away from everyone. You take in the scrumptious smell filling up the room and almost instantly, your stomach grumbled. 

 Jin walked past you to mingle with the two boys. You see the back of Namjoon’s head as he sits quietly on the couch with a book in his hand. Unable to stay put, you hover towards the kitchen. Observing everyone as you make your way closer to Yoongi.

 “Is there anything I can do to help?” You ask as you examine the boiling pot on the stove while Yoongi continues to chop up what seems to be ingredients for a stew. The quiet and busy member seems so docile-looking compared to the cool and stoic Yoongi you always encounter at work. Sometimes, it even confuses you with how he’s hot and cold towards you.

 “You’re our guest. It wouldn’t really look nice if we let you work for your food.” He continues to chop, head only slightly turning to your direction, eyeing you out from the corner of his eye.

 You roll up your sleeves, ignoring Yoongi. “I’ll help you out. It’s the least I can do for the free invitation and besides, my cooking skill is highly commendable.” You carefully snatch the knife away from his hands. Yoongi, unable to stop you, stepped aside and glanced at Jin. Both of them chuckling at your persistence.

 “I’ll take up on that offer but if our dinner turns out bad, I’m blaming you.” Yoongi teases.

 “I have magic hands. I doubt it’ll go bad. It might even turn out a lot better now that I’m helping you.” You counter, chopping the vegetables at a much quicker pace than Yoongi.

 Jin stares warmly at the two of you comically bantering while seated on the dining table. He had thought of reminding his younger members to do their best to make you comfortable but it surprises him to see you fitting in almost instantly. He smiles as you comfortably interact with Taehyung and Jungkook as they make their way to sneak in between you and Yoongi.

 Come dinner time, Yoongi excused himself from the kitchen to get something from his room, leaving you alone. Might as well help him to plate and serve the food so you wandered around the kitchen, checking the cabinets for plates.

 You don’t hear the footsteps entering the kitchen while you search the bottom cabinet. The member could only hear the sound of the plates clunking against each other and not aware of the person obstructed by the huge black kitchen counter.

 “Hyung, it smells good.” You hear a groggy voice behind the other side of the kitchen counter while you take out a plate. You stood up and sees an equally surprised Jimin. You could tell that he just woke up from a nap, judging by his bedhead. “Y/n? Why are you in the kitchen? Aren’t you our guest?” He rubbed his eyes and quickly searched for the missing presence of Yoongi.

 You were about to explain yourself but was interrupted by Yoongi, returning from his room as he answers for you. “More like she snatched my tools and insisted on helping me. She won’t budge.” He huffs as he takes his place back in the kitchen, helping you plate the food.

 Jimin, still sleepy, quietly offered his help. Taking away the filled-up plates from your hands. Yoongi asked him to call the other members for dinner. One after another, the members take up their space in the long table. Jin noticed you standing timidly at the side not knowing where to sit as everyone continues to sit down. He calls your attention and pulls out an empty chair beside him. You automatically walk up beside him and sat down, observing everyone.

 It didn’t take long before the dinner got a bit rowdy. It wasn’t difficult to warm up to them, the feeling of comfort almost feels so natural. Everyone was obviously famished from the practice a while ago so the food was almost devoured instantly just as dinner started. 

 The younger boys complimented the dinner non-stop and insisted that you regularly visit their Game Nights in exchange for your impressive culinary skill. Jungkook complained that whenever Jiyong would help in the kitchen, he could destroy whatever Yoongi would make. Yoongi attests to that but quickly protests and teased them for not appreciating his work in the kitchen.

 Jimin and Hoseok insisted that they clean up the table, escorting you to the couch. You see Jungkook setting up his PS4 on the tv across you. Namjoon stepped over the couch from behind you taking his place on your left and Jin sits down beside you on your right.

 “I guess we won’t keep you too late. You still have to pack for the MT tomorrow.” Jin turns to you, still observing you if you’re having a good time with them.

 “I’m sure you love the idea that you get to go back to your hometown even if it’s for work.” Namjoon reaches for a pillow beside him, hugging it.

 “Wait. Hometown?” your fingers froze just as you were fiddling with your phone.

 “Me and Jimin hyung were so excited when we heard that this year’s MT is in Busan. If I remember correctly, Jiyong hyung told us that his hometown is Busan, right?” Jungkook cheekily stood up with a cord in his hand. You could see the obvious grin plastered on his face as he searched for Jimin’s figure in the kitchen.

 You bite your lip as you nervously try your best to recall. Did you just forget about the MT entirely? You were sure that they announced the location for the MT earlier this morning. Maybe you were too nervous and occupied with the thought of having to present the dance routine in front of everyone that you completely forgot about the MT being in Busan.

 You sigh and rubbed your temples. Why would you even forget such an important detail like that? Just thinking about going back to Busan felt like an impending headache. There’s no way you could back out from the MT now. It’ll also look bad if you don’t join the dance team, it might send a message that you’re unsociable.

 Unaware that you turned pale and started heaving hard, the three men in the living room with you were now starkly aware of your sudden change of expression at the mention of the MT.

 “Noona, is there something wrong?” Jungkook asks with a worried voice, discarding the cord in his hands and swiftly knelt down in front of you. He tries to get a good look at you while you stare down at your knees, shoulders hunched forward.

 Your ears started ringing and you squeeze your fists as your chest started getting heavier each breathe you take. Namjoon slowly sat up straight as he sees Jin and Jungkook trying to call your attention. It was when Jin wrapped his hands around one of your clenched fists that you realize how close Jungkook is crouching in front of you, head bent to the side as he worriedly observes your face. Jin’s warm hands enveloping your small, cold and shivering hands. Namjoon frozen in his seat not knowing what to do to help you.

 “Um, can I excuse myself to the restroom please?” Your hands were starting to get clammy as you forced to compose yourself. You wish they could tell you the way to the restroom a lot faster as each passing second, it’s getting difficult to stay composed in front of them. Jin was the first to stand up from the couch and escorted you to the restroom, leaving Namjoon and Jungkook frozen in their seats.

 You quietly close the door of the restroom, making sure not to let Jin worry more. Once you were sure you heard his footsteps get away from the room you were in, you could barely hold yourself up before your legs buckle and you let yourself fall to the floor. Your weight propped against the door as you try to suck the chilled air into your lungs. Sharp successive breaths took over you, slowly making you feel pins and needles at the tips of your fingers. 

 The panic creeps up on you in bouts. Your fingers claw at your legs as you hug them tighter. Memories that you worked so hard to forget starts to resurface and replays in your mind, leaving you suffocated.

 For a moment, you picture yourself staying in the restroom for the rest of the night. You suddenly felt so alone in a space filled with 7 other people. Even the thought of standing up and getting back out takes up a lot of energy from your body.

 Your excitement for tomorrow now completely gone and replaced by dread of going back to your hometown. It’s been years and you’re not even sure if you can even handle going back there. It was only two years ago when you recovered from being haunted in your dreams by the memories of the accident. You don’t want to lose your progress since it took a lot of effort by yourself to get back up.

 It took only for you to hear boisterous laughter coming from the living room and somebody knocking on the door to remind you that you have no choice but to go back out. You reach for the edge of the sink to help yourself up. Like a newborn deer, you can’t really sustain your weight as your knees started shaking when you were standing properly. You take in one last deep breath before opening the door.

 You crack your eyes open, body heaving with effort to get enough oxygen in your lungs but you’re met with the soulful brown eyes of Yoongi, narrowed in concern. He doesn’t question you further as you step aside to give way for him to use the restroom. It took three steps out the restroom before your knees decided to give out. Yoongi rushed to catch you before you fell to the floor.

 You squeeze his arms around you that were holding you up before facing him. “You tell absolutely no one… I don’t want anyone to worry…” Breathing still ragged, you huff out every word to the best of your ability as you realize that you can’t hide your panic attack from Yoongi. You must look so bad to see Yoongi study your face with utmost care. “Yoongi please?… I’ll be fine. Don’t mind me… Just until my panic attack subsides.” He softly shush you as he sees your great effort to speak.

 Yoongi sighs before calmly looking back at the empty hallway and to the living room where everyone’s pretty much occupied. His eyes wandered back to your shivering hands and shaking knees. You’re in no shape to walk back to the living room much less stand on your own. Yoongi slowly wraps his hand on your back and behind your knees before lifting you off the floor.

 The scent coming from Yoongi’s body calms you as he cradles you in his arms. Your head felt like lead, finding its way on the crook of its neck. Before you even realize, you find yourself clinging to him as you fist your hands in his shirt. His skin is slowly getting hot against yours, and his breathing seems to have increased if you were only able to notice. His heartbeat against your ears was almost like a lullaby that greatly helped to calm you down.

 “You’re alright.” He coos as he starts to hear you sniffle. He quietly walked towards his bedroom, with you in his arms, to give you a place private enough away from the eyes of the other members. He slowly puts you down on his couch and when you were finally seated comfortably, he rushed to reach for a blanket at the edge of the bed.

 Your back felt damp, sweating all over and your fingers definitely feels asleep but clarity of your situation began creeping back. “Yo-Yoongi” You stammer as you realize that he chose to hide you in his bedroom.

 “Shh, don’t force yourself to speak. Take it easy. I’m here.” He fixed the blanket around you before crouching down to completely see your face. “Just keep breathing and it’ll go away. I’ve had my fair share of panic attacks so trust me when I say I’ll just be here until you say so. You’ll be fine.”

 You trust him as you find yourself focusing on your breathing. Once you find it easy to move your limbs with ease accompanied by a yawn, you know that the worst has passed. If it wasn’t for Yoongi, the situation could’ve escalated and would have made everyone unnecessarily worry about you.

 “Thank you.” You manage to speak out. “I feel silly that you caught me looking like that. Sorry.”

 Yoongi quietly hums, letting you speak further if you intend to while he reach for a glass of water on top of his side table beside the couch. He offers it and you take it with your hand still slightly shaking. He lets you drink first before he spoke up. “I overheard your conversation with the boys in the living room just before you went to the restroom. I was worried but I don’t know if you want anyone to check up on you. You were taking a lot longer than I expected so I knocked.”

 You prop your head in your hands, elbows leaning on your knees. “This is the first time someone has seen me like this. It just took me by surprise when Jungkook mentioned Busan. Next thing I know, all I could think about is to run out the door.”

 “I won’t force you to talk about it if it makes you uncomfortable. If you want to go home, I could just tell the boys to…” Your hand swiftly sprung out to land on Yoongi’s wrist.

 “I’m fine. Jungkook seems so happy when he showed me the games we’ll be playing. I’ll just take a moment then I’ll be back out.” You assure Yoongi with a heavy breath. He wanted to assure you that they’ll understand if you want to excuse yourself for the night but he kept quiet, trusting you that you’ll be fine.

 Not a second after, the doorbell rang to alert everyone in the dorm. Yoongi stood up from in front of you, eyes still glued on you as he saw you recognize the person on the front door just from the distinct way the doorbell was rung. “Don’t you dare tell my brother about this” You attempt to stand up, worried that Yoongi might tell Jiyong about your situation.

 “Don’t worry, I’ll keep this a secret between us. Just promise me that you’re fine before I leave you.” He assures you with his soft smile and gentle eyes as he opened the door and walking out.

 “I’m fine Yoongi. Thank you. I’ll just take a minute to fix myself up before I go back out.”

 “Take your time. I’ll try to come up with an excuse to keep them from looking for you. I’m sure Jungkook, Jin and Namjoon must be getting concerned by now.” He turns back to you before slowly closing the door.

 You find yourself collapsing against the couch, your breathing slowly going back to normal. You heaved and leaned forward to try and stand up once again. When you knew you were fully capable of making a few steps without stumbling or any of your knees giving out, you walked straight to a full size mirror beside the door to fix yourself up. You pity yourself for having been seen by Yoongi like this; your eyes and nose were bright red and a couple of hair strands stuck to your forehead due to the profuse sweat.

 To avoid anyone seeing you coming out of Yoongi’s bedroom in an effort to find you, you quickly and quietly walked out from the comfort of his room when you were sure you were devoid of signs that you were in utter distress just minutes ago. 

 Jungkook was about to run to find you but stopped when he saw you emerging back in the living room. Completely different from how you looked a while ago, he stares in confusion as you gleefully greet Jiyong who was now also present in the living room. Namjoon shares the same confusion as Jungkook. Yoongi was sitting down beside them and he saw the youngest member’s eyes following you as he tries to study your now seemingly normal expression.

 Taehyung runs up to you behind the couch where you and your brother stand, pulling your wrist to ask you to play one-on-one against him. You don’t refuse and you take up space beside him, seated on the carpet. Just before the game starts, you turn to look at Yoongi and found him gazing at you. You mouthed Thank youto him and he nods before you got back to play with Taehyung.

 Jin, Namjoon and Jungkook were wary when the topic about the MT came up again, you even catch Jungkook kicking Jimin’s feet to stop him from talking. When it was Jungkook’s turn to play again, you notice his eyes anxiously wander back to you from time to time. He must have been blaming himself for making you sad. 

 Like Jiyong knew what you needed to cheer up the youngest, he offered everyone ramyun as a late-night snack. Jungkook perked up at your brother’s offer while still glued to the screen and what looks like he’s winning against Taehyung. You quietly walked away from the living room to join your brother in the kitchen.

 For a while, Jiyong kept quiet as you both hover around the kitchen. Normally, he would shower you with affection, tease you and bug you but you silently wonder why he’s not doing any of those. Your suspicion is confirmed when he starts to rub his hand behind your back as you discard the noodles from each packet. Your gaze dipped to him as stood there silently while emptying the contents of the soup packet unto the boiling pot.

 “Noona, can I have that spicy ramen over there?” Jungkook asks, timidly walking over towards the both of you. You notice that he was standing slightly far from you, shoulders hunched and head down. His doe eyes still glistening as he subtly avoids meeting your eyes. 

Although you feel bad for him, the corner of your mouth quirked up at him looking so adorable despite him towering over you. He seems to be so intimidating at work especially when he’s so focused but if you could just ball him up right now in your hands, you would. 

You beckon him to come closer with your finger. When he was about an arms-length away from you, he opens his mouth to blurt out something. Before he even let out a sound, you pat his head, stopping him from talking any further.

“Thank you for worrying about me.” His eyes gleamed. “I’ll make you a whole bowl of ramyun of your choice. How does that sound?”

Jungkook jumps up and down in glee and he squeezed between you and Jiyong to reach for a packet of ramen. “Hyung, I like her better than you.” He sticks his tongue out then quickly dashes out of the kitchen before Jiyong could even counter.

You chortle. “You heard him. Apparently, they also request my presence every Game Night for my exquisite Culinary Expertise.”

“Well, I won’t argue about your cooking. Sooner or later, they’ll be bribing you for something. Those troublemakers.” Jiyong crinkles his nose, reminiscing all the times he spent with the boys where they’ll prank and tease him.

Yoongi sits back comfortably on the couch when he hears you regain your bright energy as you laugh and mingle with your brother in the kitchen. 

Next: pt. 7

#bts #bts fanfic #bts x reader #btsteaspoonff #bts jungkook #bts jimin #taehyung #namjoon #jungkook #jhope x reader #jin x reader #yoongi x reader #suga x reader #rm x reader #jungkook x reader #v x reader

[hexrts4k]

Introduction for my muses

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Hey Its Maxine, <3

Multi fandom/MultiMuse/Multi ship.

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She will be returning inn the soon to be released Maxxxine. as the main character.

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Her full name: Maxine Minx

Age: 19-21 The Farmers Daughter's

Job: Porn actress

Sex: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Goes by: Maxine or Max

Physical appearance:  is a 5'10 woman with fair skin. She has shoulder-length wavy brunette-red hair and brown eyes. She has thin, light-colored eyebrows, freckles, and sports blue eyeshadow throughout X.

From: Houston, Texas, USA

Smokes a bit.

Love language: Gift giving

Part time job: Making scripts for adult movies.

Lover: Unknown for now <3

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Quote from her:

" Im a fucking star ~~ " " the whole world is gonna know my name "

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Maxine Minx was born in Houston, Texas to a devoutly religious family. Her father was a preacher who gave sermons that were broadcast on television. She left home to pursue her dreams of becoming a famous star, hoping to find that fame through adult films. She begins to date Wayne Gilroy, becoming friends with aspiring filmmakers Lorraine Day, Jackson Hole, and Bobby-Lynne Parker.

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Fandoms im in or mainly roleplaying for:

K-Pop

Alice in borderland

X

Pearl

All of us are dead

etc

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full name: Lee Minho

born: Oct 25, 1998

height: 1.73 m (5 ft 8 in)

weight : 145.5 lbs (66 kg)

Age: 25 years old

Blood type: 0

Main ship for Minho: Jay (@myeclecticcheesecake)

sexuality: Gay

Lee Know (리노) is the stage name of Lee Minho (이민호). He was born in Gimpo, South Korea. His role in Stray Kids is Main Dancer, Vocalist and Rapper. Lee Know was a backup dancer of BTS, and he was one in their Japanese tour. His special talent is eyebrow dance.

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Full name:

Lee Jihoon

Native name:

이지훈

Birthday:

Nov 22, 1996

Age:

27 years old

Blood type:

A

Height:

5'6" (166 cm)

Weight:

116.8 lbs (53 kg)

 Group (2015-present):

SEVENTEEN

Zodiac-sign:

Sagittarius

Language(s):

Korean, Japanese, English

Sexuality: Gay.

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Stage / Birth Name: Jang Wonyoung (장원영) English Name: Vicky Jang Position: Vocalist, Dancer, Visual Birthday: August 31, 2004 Zodiac Sign: Virgo Chinese Zodiac Sign: Monkey Height: 173 cm (5’8″) Weight: 47 kg (103 lbs) Blood Type: O

Sexuality: Lesbian

(not real sexuality, just my version of her sexuality becuse its my oc.)

Jang Wonyoung Facts: – She was born in Ichon-dong, Yongsan-gu, Seoul, South Korea. – Wonyoung was the 3rd member to be revealed. – She attended Seoul Shinyongsan Elementary School (graduated), Yonggang Middle School (withdrawal) & Seoul Performing Arts High School (Department of Practical Music/Student). – Her nicknames are Wonyo, 102 (1 for Won; 0 for young; and 2 for i), Gagti/Goddess (god + baby; 갓기), National Granddaughter, rabbit, Magnayoung (Dragonite’s Korean name + Wonyoung) – She has an older sister (3 years older) and enjoys spending time with her when she’s at home. – Her older sister is the actress Jang Da Ah. – Her official color in IZ*ONE was a shade of pink called Candy Pink 10.

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Stage Name: MINGI (민기) Birth Name: Song Min Gi (송민기) Birthday: August 9th, 1999 Zodiac Sign: Leo Height: 184 cm (6’0″) Weight: – Blood Type: B MBTI Type: ENTP Nationality: Korean

MINGI Facts:– He was born in Incheon, South Korea. – He has an older brother. – MINGI was a contestant on MIXNINE. – His role models are Jay Park and Rain (MIXNINE Profile). – MINGI said his personality is almost identical to his father.

- He likes nacho chips. – His special talent is sleeping. – His favorite food is chicken. – He has a back issue. – MINGI’s right-handed. – He’s good at daydreaming. – He’s scared of bugs. he is gay

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#Muse introduction #Maxxine #lee minho #wonyoung #mingi #lee jihoon

[tomorrowxtogether]

Tomorrow X Together draws cheers and tears from K-pop fans at Lollapalooza

After a 2022 set that one member remembers as ‘meaningful, memorable,’ the boy band moves up to headliner with singing and choreography that was clearly well-rehearsed.

Lollapalooza has really been going for a piece of the K-pop pie the past two years as the genre takes a hold on America. According to NPR, the U.S. is one of the biggest importers of Korean pop music, just behind Japan and China — and if the screaming crowds at Lollapalooza 2023 are any indication of larger trends, it’s here to stay.

Tomorrow x Together made history at the festival again Saturday as the first South Korean boy band to headline the event (following BTS member J-Hope, who was the first South Korean artist to headline in 2022, and NewJeans, who played Thursday, notable for being the first Korean girl group to play the festival).

Tomorrow x Together also famously played the fest in 2022, at Perry’s Stage, though the group’s performance Saturday was a major upgrade. The five members remarked on the back-to-back appearances, saying, “It’s such an honor to be here again. … Chicago is a very special place for Tomorrow X Together,” and adding, “It reminds us of last year, one of the most meaningful, memorable concerts we’ve performed.” 

The act prepared in earnest for the occasion, earlier in the week, sharing footage of rehearsals on TikTok. The singing and choreography were on par for the main event and had many dedicated fans dancing right along with their every step. As the video cameras panned over people in the crowd, they settled on one person who made a handmade poster that said she had traveled 2,000-plus miles to see TXT.

Also enhancing the set was a crew of talented backup dancers and a band of four musicians, who each got their own dedicated intro on video screens (a nice gesture given that K-pop bands often introduce themselves at their shows).

Most notable of the song selections was “Happy Fools” in which the band was joined by special guest Coi Leray who appears as a featured collaborator on the track. Wearing a cropped “I (Heart) TXT” T-shirt, Leray was just as animated as the boy band and twerked her way through the song.

Other highlights included “Can’t You See Me?” with a good round of fireball pyrotechnics, “Thursday’s Child Has Far to Go” with the whole crowd waving light sticks in unison and the slowed-down ballad “Blue Spring,” written as an ode to their fans, which naturally had many faces crying.

#txt #tomorrow x together #230806 #article #Chicago Times #soobin #yeonjun #beomgyu #taehyun #hueningkai #lollapalooza

[bts-teaspoonff]

Fangirl pt. 3

Genre: Romance, Slow Burn, Idol A/U

Pairing: BTS OT7 x reader

Rating: PG

Summary: Y/N, being a huge fangirl, finally got her chance to work alongside her favorite idol group as a backup dancer. She gets to know each member personally and realizes that her feelings may be more than fangirl-idol attraction.

Word Count: 5.6K

Taglist: @nochujeonjk @i-like-puppy-mg @miyochan @satotakeru14​

PARTS: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | .... masterlist

So far, your week of waiting for the company’s response was uneventful to say the least. You exchanged contacts with some of the dancers and they have all been very friendly with everyone. You were busy with work at the gym and at the dance studio so that made you take off your mind from the backup dancer job at least for a while.

During those days that you were waiting, you took double shifts in the gym and twice the amount of classes in the dance studio. You wanted to push yourself just to ease your nerves. Also, you need to pay this month’s rent alone since your roommate and best friend is out on vacation.

Lisa, your bestfriend. She’s been with you ever since college. Both of you only started living together when your brother moved out but she used to always live near you. When she moved in with you, she would always leave to travel somewhere for at least a month then come back to you. That was now your routine with Lisa. She loves travelling so much that she promised to fulfill her bucketlist as soon as both of you graduated. Her family is pretty well-off and she manages this online clothing shop to finance her trips. You and Lisa constantly video call each other almost every day. Sometimes, you would even answer each other’s call even when you’re in the shower. Of course, you already informed her about your pending job in Big Hit. She almost exploded from happiness when she got the news. She was hiking that time and it almost gave you a heart attack when you saw her jumping from happiness near the ledge. You could say that she’s your #1 fan and you are hers too.

The day came when you received the email. You were eating your breakfast at that time, taking a big bite of your omelet sandwich. You choked on your glass of water as you read the email saying “Congratulations. You are now formally a part of Big Hit’s Dance Team.” You read the other contents of the email as you generously drink water once more. You are soon to be expected to start two days from now. You can’t contain your excitement as you feel your face beaming with happiness. You could just dance your ass off right now from joy. You walked to your room with a sandwich still in your mouth as you reach for your speakers. You blasted Anpanman by BTS on full volume and pranced around the room. You also took your RJ and Koya plushies, hugged it and twirled around. You buried yourself under big Chimmy, Tata, Cooky, Mang and Shooky plushies on your couch.

You nervously entered the Big Hit building once more and went straight to the practice room. You made sure not to order a big glass of coffee this time, even though it’s very tempting. You just made a small cup of coffee at home, a routine that greatly relaxed you. You enter the room with one hand tightly gripping the strap of your cross body bag. You saw familiar faces and was grinning from ear to ear. It turns out that everyone was accepted and no one was left behind. A few of them ran to you, hugged you and then pushed you to join some of them sitting on the floor.

The dance directors and choreographers gathered all of you to discuss the plans for the dance team. Everyone was then assigned to different artists to solely focus on their performances. They started calling out the names of the dancers and the artists who they will be working with. Our main dance director started with TXT and you were not on the dancer’s list. You silently chant each of the boys’ names one by one, as if you were having a ritual on your own, until the dance director mentioned BTS. Your ears were on full concentration mode as he calls the names of the dancers one by one. As if on cue as you were continuing to chant the boys’ name and imagining your name being called, you heard your name slip from the dance director’s lips. You really tried your best to not shout and celebrate. You feel like you won the lottery at this point from your chain of good luck lately.

Each dance team then went on to different practice rooms. You, along with other male and female backup dancers, were present in another practice room as your dance choreographer started informing everyone that BTS is planning an online concert months from now. Everyone will be performing a lot of new numbers, including new dance breaks that will be mainly composed of you with the other female backup dancers.

For the first week, everyone started the dance practices without the boys yet. Everyone would spend hours being taught group performances by different choreographers. Two of which are old songs from their old albums and two were from their latest album. At first, you struggled to keep up with the other dancers but all of them were nice in helping one another when one has a hard time with performing the steps. You also made friends with the male backup dancers especially those who were close to your age. All of you were quick to get acquainted with each other and that made work very fun. You would always be light on your feet when coming to work since you’re glad you could make new friends who share the same passion. Everyone was so nice to you too since you’re the youngest out of the female backup dancers but there are also two male dancers younger than you.

You were also excited for your new work since you would get to see Jiyong almost every day. When one of you are free, you would always eat together. Your heart is filled with happiness right now. Your mind is now at a place where you’re just sitting on cloud 9.

Your body couldn’t really handle three jobs at the same time so you chose to quit teaching dance classes at the dance studio. You informed the dance studio owner about your new job to which she congratulated you non-stop. She knows how much of a big fangirl you are to BTS so she couldn’t be more proud of you. She then proceeded to convince you that no one better than you should handle the BTS dance classes. She made good points that convinced you to stay but only if you handle selected classes that works around your schedule. Luckily, she agreed and gave you at least one class a month. You couldn’t really argue with her since she pays you generously per class that you teach.

You retained your work in the gym since your shifts works around your work in Big Hit. You could handle your new work schedule and you really need to earn money for the apartment fees and your BTS merchandises. You also informed the gym owner about your new day job and he congratulated you non-stop as well. He nicely let you adjust your shift to better work around your new schedule.

So far, everything is going into place. Your new job, new acquaintances at work, quality time with your brother, and Lisa will be returning soon from her trip. You could just sit down and inhale all the good air that’s surrounding you lately. You’re scared that given this amount of good luck around you will be soon replaced by strings of bad luck, but of course you’re highly hoping that will not happen.

You went home late one night from a hectic shift at the gym. One of your clients arrived late for her schedule but still came, coinciding with the timeslot for your other client. You still accommodated the two of them and went back and forth for them during their sessions. You had to be the one to close the gym that night also. You ate like there’s no tomorrow that night since you were so tired from dance practices and the sessions at the gym. You just went to sleep right after dinner, slamming yourself into the bed and into the sheets.

You didn’t wake up from your alarm the next morning. Good thing that you had already wash your hair last night so you just fashioned a bucket hat and hurriedly fix yourself before you went out in a rush to try to arrive on time for your dance practices. You arrived at the lobby entrance just in the nick of time with a few minutes to spare, rushed to the elevator and tried to catch your breath while you wait for the lift to arrive on the right floor. You hurriedly ran out the elevator and to the hallway when you heard your phone ping. You took out your phone in your pocket while rushing in the hallway. You saw Lisa’s name at the top of your notification screen but chose to read it later and kept your phone in your hands.

You were approaching a corner in the hallway so you decreased your pace but was still slightly running. As you were about to take a turn, your head bumped into something soft but obviously firm that was moving towards your direction. You were slightly pushed back but somebody’s hand caught your arms as you were about to fall backwards. You soon realized that your head bumped into someone’s chest, somebody who’s very tall. You look up and saw Namjoon. I really got to stop meeting the boys by bumping into them like this. Your mouth fall to the floor in shock and embarrassment.

His hands were big and his arms were tan and toned. He still excludes this gentle giant aura, the same way you pictured him every time you see him on social media and on the pictures in your phone. He still has his hands around your arms as you try to help yourself back up from almost falling to the ground. As if you could feel fire on your arms around his touch and time stood still. Both of you apologized to each other at the same time. You both chuckled as you withdraw your hands from each other. As you were about to introduce yourself, you noticed that your phone was on the floor and under his foot. He also soon notices this as you try to bend down to reach for your phone.

You took the phone under his foot and checked it. You stared at your phone screen and was shocked to see the screen cracked. You saw Namjoon looking at your phone as you check but quickly hid it realizing that your wallpaper was all of the members of BTS. You wouldn’t want to embarrass yourself more by letting him know that your lock screen and home screen are photos of them. Unfortunately, Namjoon has already noticed the crack on your phone screen even before you hid the phone away from his eyes.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that I stepped on your phone.” Namjoon panicked at the sight of the cracked phone screen.

“No, it’s okay. It’s my fault also for not being careful.” You assure him but he clearly looks worried about the cracked phone. “Nice to meet you. I’m y/n. One of the new backup dancers assigned to BTS. I’m looking forward to working with you.” I bowed.

“Nice to meet you and looking forward to working with you as well.” He bowed as well. “I’m really sorry about your phone. Can I do something about it?”

“Honestly, it’s okay. It’s just a small crack.” No it’s not entirely okay because the crack almost encompasses the whole screen. It’s my fault anyways so he doesn’t have to feel bad about it. You don’t want to burden him about your phone. “Also, I’m sorry but I’m really in a rush for practice. See you around. Nice to meet you again.” You bowed and rushed towards the practice room.

“Wait.” Namjoon raises his hands while looking at you, rushing away from him. Although he was truly worried about your phone, he actually caught a glimpse of your lock screen. It amuses him to remember you trying to hide the phone from him. Of course he knows that their fans would have the members as their wallpapers but usually their staff wouldn’t really have the boys’ face plastered on their belongings.

You are still in disbelief that you met Namjoon. Your heart is still in disarray as you try to replay the scene in your mind. His hands are big and he’s so tall. His chest is so toned that even though your head bumped into him for a split second, you could almost remember the ridges of his chest.

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“Shit.” Namjoon exclaims as he slumps back on the couch of Hoseok’s studio with four other members in the room. Jimin, Taehyung, Hoseok and Jungkook all turn their heads as their leader enters the studio.

“What got you in a dump, hyung?” Jungkook asks in concern.

“I stepped on a phone and destroyed the screen.” Namjoon puts his hands on his face. He’s wondering how he can mend the cracked screen situation with you. Your face suddenly appeared at the back of his mind and honestly, a part of him find you adorable and beautiful. The way how your fringe falls perfectly on your forehead and on your long lashes. You were a little pale but still, he got a long look at your face and still finds you attractive. He never got interested with female staff members but there was something about you that piqued the leader’s attention.

“Whose phone?” Hoseok, seated in his chair in front of his equipments, turns his chair to face all the other members.

“One of our female backup dancers.” Namjoon groans out loud in frustration, breaking him from his daydream.

“How did you even step on her phone?” Jimin asks his leader, seated on the far corner of the couch beside Taehyung.

“I saved her from falling then I didn’t realize her phone was under my foot.” Namjoon sits straight up, shaking his head.

“You never disappoint, hyung.” Jimin laughs while reaching for Namjoon’s shoulder to pat it. Taehyung sits back to give access to Jimin’s hand to reach Namjoon.

“Give her one of our extra Samsung phones. I think we still have some of those. Go ask the staff.” Taehyung suggests.

“You really are the God of Destruction.” Hoseok chuckles at his good friend.

“I’m so embarrassed. I just want to bury my face right there and then.” Namjoon pouts in frustration.

“I think I can help you ease your frustration.” Hoseok turns his chair around back to his monitor. He pressed a few buttons and music started playing through the speakers. “How is it?” Hoseok plays the song that Namjoon, Taehyung and himself are working hard on. He glanced behind to look at Namjoon’s face. Namjoon stood up and walked to Hoseok’s chair.

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I am so tired. I think I’m pushing myself too far this time. You still have a few weeks before Lisa returns so you doubled your shift in the gym. You could really use the extra pay since you spent your extra savings on a few BTS merchandise and on repair fees for the air conditioner at home. The double shifts will only last until this week so you have no problem with it.

You came into the practice room, still groggy from lack of sleep. You glanced at the huge mirror across the room and saw your pale face and poor complexion. Gosh, you have never looked this bad since finals week in college. You tend to forget to take care of yourself when overworking or fatigued. You took a sip from the cup of iced Americano on your hands and sat on the floor with the other dancers.

A few minutes after, the choreographer came in and soon follows the 7 ethereal beautiful boys. They bowed one by one as they enter the room and thanked us for our hard work. You try to fix any unruly strands of hair on your sweaty forehead and straightened your back.

Namjoon entered the room first, greeting all the dancers with a smile. The leader exuding off a charismatic aura as he leads the group in the room. Jimin and Hoseok soon followed, both of them hand in hand giggling and skipping but released their hold on each other and laughed out loud after a few steps inside. The two main dancers eager to meet the dance team. Taehyung and Jungkook silently followed their hyungs, strutting like models with their hands in their pockets. I saw the maknae sporting a man bun that compliments his face and almost making him look like a Greek God, especially with how his tight black long sleeve shirt faintly gives a silhouette of his sculptured chest and back. Taehyung’s disheveled curly do accentuates his bear-like cuteness but still gives off a masculine appeal. Lastly, the two oldest entered the room greeting the dancers. Yoongi entered first with Jin’s hands on his other member’s back. The two of them silently entered the room, ensuring that they greet all of us first before joining the other members at the side.

Your eyes scanned the members one by one as the choreographer informs everyone about the dance practice for today. As you were admiring the amazing view in front of you that was gracing you this morning, your gaze met with Yoongi’s. He then slightly put his head down while looking at you. You couldn’t really paint his expression right now but you dare to say that he looks bothered. Like a puppy that chewed his toy and is being scolded by his owner. He then turns his head away to talk to the other boys when he saw you openly reading his face.  

You were so confused at Yoongi’s bothered expression when you caught him looking at you. You don’t remember bumping into him or meeting him today. Yet, his aura today is a lot softer than the day you met. For your first and second (may I say terrible) encounters, he would always look so irritated or pissed at you specifically. I mean who wouldn’t, you’re crazy clumsy ass kept on bumping into him.

Everybody’s in their respective blocking and is set to practice once more. The moment the music started, your heart kept doing somersaults. This is the moment you’ve been waiting for. You are now dancing with the 7 boys. The pinnacle of your fangirl chronicles. You could never imagine that someday you will share the same stage as them. You truly respect them for their art and passion so you give your all even on their first full dance practice with the dance team. Of course, Jimin and Hoseok doesn’t disappoint. The two energetic boys that came skipping inside the room just moments ago became two dancing machines. You couldn’t stop smiling that you could feel your face could tear off. Your fatigue went away as you savor this moment. Nothing matters right now, only this moment.

The music stopped. All took a minute before polishing the dance moves on a specific part of the song. One female backup dancer nudged you on the waist, giggling. “You happy?” She was one of your good friend on the dance team. She knows that you’re a big fangirl of BTS and how ecstatic you are about your new occupation.

“Dream come true but I’m still so far off from being perfect. I need to be at my best to be deserving of sharing the same stage with them.” You whispered to her while giggling. She pats my head in adoration and you looked at her.

“Don’t be too hard on yourself. You’re doing a good job.” You smiled back at her. Soon you heard the choreographer call out everyone to gather to start practicing again.

Two hours were spent in the practice room, dancing nonstop. Slowly, you could feel your fatigue catching up to you but you refuse to take a break. You could see everyone’s passion and hard work so you don’t think you deserve to take a breather. Everyone was giving their all from the boys and girls on the dance team, the 7 BTS members and even with the choreographers. A longer break was given after the two hour mark. All of the other dancers walked straight to their bags to get their water bottles. The 7 boys also went to the water dispenser at the corner of the room near the door to take a sip of water as they catch their breath. You walked towards the door, excusing yourself out to use the restroom. You saw Namjoon and Yoongi noticing you as their eyes follow you before I opened the door.

You took a few steps away from the dance practice room and was stopped in your tracks when you heard a familiar voice calling your name. “Hey!” you turned around and saw Jiyong walking through the hallway in the same direction as you.

“Hey. What’s up?” Jiyong walks up to you with a smile on his face.

“I’m on my way to the recording studio.” He turns his head and caught his eyes on the dance practice room. “Are you guys practicing right now?”

“We are on a break as of the moment.” You wiped your sweat off your forehead. “Who knew that even dance practices was this intense?” You saw Jiyong examining your face and he lifts up his hand to land on your cheek.

“Your complexion’s not good. Are you eating well?” You froze in place. Is my complexion really that bad? Actually, if I remember correctly, I only ate crackers this morning and haven’t got a chance to drink water since I was rushing to go to work.

“Oh. Jiyong-nim.” You and Jiyong quickly looked towards the practice room door when you saw Namjoon, Yoongi, Jimin, and Jungkook about to go out of the room. They saw Jiyong caress your cheek and their faces are painted with bashful expressions. They immediately thought that you might be in a relationship with Jiyong. “You guys know each other?” Namjoon asks your brother.

Jiyong quickly placed his arms on your shoulder and around your neck. He laughed as he rubbed your head. “What do you think?” He placed his hand under your chin to lift up your head straight to present to the boys. The four of them puzzled by your brother’s question and took them a few seconds before it registered to them that you and Jiyong are twins. You totally forgot that Jiyong mentioned that he was good friends with the boys. I want to hide right now.

“No wonder why she looks familiar. She reminds me of you, hyung.” Jimin exclaimed.

“You’re twins?” Yoongi asks Jiyong. Your brother nods his head while giving his boxy smile.

“Identical, in fact.” Jiyong proudly stated as he further rubbed my head, making a mess out of my hair.

“That’s amazing, Hyung. I didn’t know you had a twin.” Jungkook exclaims as well, in fascination. You were just quiet in your brother’s arm. He released his hands around you and you stood up straight. Taehyung and Jin noticed the commotion of the four boys and also peeked out the door. Jimin informs the two boys and you saw Jin opening his mouth in astonishment, releasing a loud gasp in his tiny comedic voice.

“Take care of my sister. If one of you mistreats her, I’ll give you a hard time in the studio booth.” Jiyong jokingly teases the boys.

“You know I’m older than you right?” You quickly hit him on the shoulder as the boys laugh.

“By two minutes.” He looks at you and laughed. He glanced back to the other boys. “Anyways, she’s a big fa…” You pinch his waist to stop him from talking. He cries out in pain but at least that stopped his mouth from rambling.

“Excuse my brother. He likes to tease me a lot.”

“Well, I have to go to the studio booth as well. If you’ll excuse me.” Jiyong finally excuses himself out. He walks away and left you out in the hallway with the 7 boys just standing outside the practice room. A short silence from all of you filled the hallway before they resumed from walking out of the practice room.

“I have to excuse myself too.” You bowed, turned around and continued walking away.

“Wait.” You heard Yoongi call out as his footsteps catch up to you. Not long, he caught up and stopped in front of you. He scratched the back of his head with his head down. “I owe you an apology.”

Yoongi was uneasy at the thought that he disrespected you twice at the expense of his mood that day. The last thing he wants is to never get the chance to apologize to you. He couldn’t really concentrate on the dance practice today as he could see you avoiding him. Whenever he would try to take the chance to apologize to you during breaks, you would always be around the other dancers.

“Apology? For what?” you froze in place out of shock and wonder from yoongi’s statement. You stare at the man in front of you with his head slightly down. The air between the two of you was so still.

“The day we met… I am aware that I was not at my best self and it turned out I was rude to you. Even if I was having a bad day, there’s no excuse for my lack of respect.” He lifts his head up and looked straight in your eyes. As much as you appreciate his apology, you couldn’t really respond to him as you realized that one of your idols is just an arm’s reach away. Never have you imagined that someone you just watch over and over again from the small screen of your phone would be humbling himself before you to apologize. You don’t really know how to handle the situation.

“It’s okay. It’s my fault as well. I guess I have to learn not to be as clumsy anymore.” You laughed as you placed your hands on your nape. His face slowly lit up and the air between both of you started getting lighter. “Here I thought you’re actually disliking the idea of working with me. You were wearing this irritated expression whenever our eyes would meet during practice.”

Yoongi got beet-red thinking that’s how he comes off to you when he was actually irritated by the fact that he can’t get a chance to talk to you alone. “No. I was just…. trying to find a chance to apologize to you.” You smiled so sweetly at the thought of occupying yoongi’s mind during practice and even made him worry on how we would approach you. Yoongi notices the change in your expression and his heart skipped a beat. There’s something so adorable with the way you smiled that caught Yoongi’s attention. He took a good look at you and realized that you were actually good looking despite being so sweaty from practice.

“I would like to begin again.” You held out your hand to Yoongi. He looks at your hand and back to you. “I’m y/n. It’s an honor to work with you. Let’s do our best to show everyone the best performances we could give.” You flashed a smile so big that made Yoongi pleased as well. Your passion to give your best performance fascinated him.

He shook your hand and his heart skipped another beat. A smile like that fits you so well. You almost remind him of Hoseok. Someone who embodies sunshine. Also, he admits that you really look beautiful. Not that he wants to compare you to the other female dancers but he can admit that you’re the most attractive out of all of them. He had his eyes on you the whole morning and was amazed by how you transform into a dancing machine when music starts.

…..

You just concluded your last session with a client at the gym. Despite having a chance to go home early, you kindly offered to the gym owner that you would stay until closing time. You asked permission to use the small studio in the gym. He gladly allowed you and you were ecstatic to finally have a space where you could freely practice. Back at home, the apartment that you share with Lisa is just the adequate space for living, but not so much to consider it as a space to practice. You own a floor length mirror but it’s beside your bed. Your arms and legs have bumped your bed so many times that you could almost file a physical abuse case against the innocent piece of furniture. The small studio in the gym may not be as big as the practice room in Big Hit but it has enough space for you to fly and dance around. Plus, there’s a huge mirror on the entire wall. You’re actually fortunate to have the studio by yourself.

As you start practicing the dance numbers inside the small studio, the gym owner quietly manned the reception area in your place. Only a handful of customers are now currently using the gym and usually at this time of night, influx of customers is at bare minimum. Suddenly, someone enters the gym and walks to the reception area. The gym owner turns his head towards the door.

“Hyung!” The gym owner was surprised by the sudden visit of his friend. He shoots up from his seat to welcome the person who just came through the door.

“Jungkook! What are you doing here?” Jungkook appeared in front of the gym owner wearing his huge black hoodie and a black cap to hide his face. The gym owner walks around the reception table and hugs Jungkook.

“I just tried a new route to run and I remembered your gym was along the way so I thought to pop in and say hello.” Jungkook hugged his friend tightly. They continued to chat as Jungkook quickly noticed the music that was coming from inside the gym. The gym owner also noticed Jungkook looking towards the direction of the sound.

“That’s coming from the studio… which reminds me, one of my employee just got in as your backup dancer. She’s so dedicated and diligent that she spends her extra time to practice here after her shift.” The gym owner offered to usher Jungkook towards the small studio. Jungkook was intrigued and fascinated that one of their backup dancer works at the same place as his close friend. The music gets loud as they get near the studio and he gets a glimpse of somebody dancing eagerly to one of the songs that they were just practicing to this morning. They look just outside the door and Jungkook’s eyes were glued to you as you dance.

He recognizes you immediately and was captivated by how you were working so hard this late at night. He noticed that you weren’t wearing the usual baggy cargo pants that you love to wear for dance practices. You were wearing tight gym leggings and a dri-fit shirt. Nevertheless, you still exude charm and power when you dance to their songs. Jungkook admits to himself that the sight of you in tights dancing to their powerful songs charmed him.

He opened the door and you were late to notice the sound of the creaking door. You were surprised to see Jungkook’s reflection behind you as you strut to the music. Jungkook jumps in surprise when you gasped out loud at his presence and you ran for the speakers.

“Noona, I didn’t mean to surprise you.” You bent down to stop the music. Quickly, you stood up and turned to face him. Jungkook was still walking towards you. He removed his cap and ran his hand through his hair. He was sweating a bit but still, the sight of him sweating makes him look like he’s sparkling. You wondered why in the world is he inside the same studio as you are now. “Hyung’s my friend and I happened to be in the same area so I dropped by. I didn’t expect Noona was working here.”

You peeked towards the door and the gym owner was smiling and waving his hand. He must’ve been the one who informed Jungkook that you were practicing here, you thought. Your attention came back to Jungkook. You admired how handsome Jungkook looks right now despite being barefaced. “May I help you with something?”

“Do you want to practice together? I mean if only you’re comfortable with it.” He offered. Suddenly, you felt like everything slowed down and the two of you remained. You want to slap your face in disbelief that Jungkook actually offered to practice with you. Jungkook slowly walk towards you and you react by stepping backwards.

“I’m having a hard time learning a specific part in the choreo so I may not be the ideal practice partner… for you right now.” You feel as though the space between the two of you has shrunk. Jungkook smirks at the sight of you slightly panicking as he steps closer. Jungkook has been eyeing you ever since the first practice session with them this morning. He saw how his hyungs, Namjoon and Suga, kept on looking at your direction. He discovered that you were the same girl that they were talking about. You were the one whose phone was destroyed by Namjoon, who caught the attention of Jimin and Jhope during the evaluation, and who constantly occupies Suga’s mind about when to apologize to you. You piqued his attention with the way you had these encounters with his hyungs. He also noticed your charm whenever you execute the intricate choreograph during practice, just as Jhope and Jimin describes. He’s determined to have this chance to dance with you.

“I’m sure I want to practice with you.”

Next part: 4

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[bybangtan]

Overdue

Overdue (requested) | Jungkook | word count:1,174 | Fluff/angst 

If masochism were a dress, it would have frayed on you by now for wearing it without the intention of ever changing—but that was before you snapped out of consciousness from your so called delusions. He isn’t going to like you back. It was all just your imagination. And you finally concluded enough is enough, it doesn’t matter how your eyes involuntarily stalks his every minor and major movements, no. Of course you’ve had enough.

It doesn’t even matter to you whether he ever notices your presence or if he cares that you were there. It doesn’t matter if you didn’t matter to him. It didn’t even matter that you cared so much to the point of immolating your soul to Satan for his sake. Apparently caring is annoying now.

Damn you, Jeon Jungkook.

“You might want to be subtle if you’re planning to murder him…” Your thoughts were interrupted by Yoongi’s deep chuckling and you turned to him blankly, hastily averting your eyes as his words scurried into understanding. You could almost feel your cheeks burning.

“Did he see me?” It was a mere whisper as you pulled Yoongi’s hand and he gladly heeds and sat crossed legs on the practice room floor beside you, his gaze fixed on the direction where Jungkook and Jimin were nearly strangling each other.

“I don’t think so…but you’ve been glaring I don’t think anyone missed that.” Yoongi laughed.

You huffed, wiping the sweat and all signs of distress off of your forehead with the back your cardigan sleeve, trying to keep your composure.

The very last thing you want was for Jungkook to think that you still cared.

“Hey, I don’t want to meddle but…you used to be close, if there’s anything wrong, you guys can fix it. Just talk.”

You gave him an appraising look, suddenly cracking up into a smile. You don’t even tell Yoongi anything as he’s always been like an annoying older brother you, the one you just want to sever with a machete when he’s near, but he sure is pretty observant, not unless you’re just in fact, an open book.

It reminded you instantly of how Jungkook seemed to know you so well. He had mastered taming you in the most effortless way he could and as immersed as you were with your imaginary romance, you let him do as he pleases. There was no room for protest because you always thought his feelings for you were real. Fake as fuck that brat. How could he?

“You’re already meddling, you know.” You rolled your eyes.

“...and it’s settled, don’t worry. We aren’t going to talk. EVER.” You continued with a bitter laughter, surely something Yoongi didn’t miss but still he laughed with you.

…

“Bye, y/n! See you tomorrow!” You waved back to the rest of the crew as you yanked your backpack onto your shoulders and dashed out of the practice room, sweats dripping from every strand of your hair, not even caring whether you’re looking like a stray cat with your awful wet look. Who the hell cares, you no longer have an imaginary boyfriend to impress.

At least dancing takes your mind off things, it always did. There was always something oddly satisfying with the way your limbs voluntarily swayed to the beat, ushering you to an entirely new dimension despite not being the best dancer. But no doubt you loved dancing. Only if you weren’t dancing as back up for Jungkook’s group, oh hell knows you must have taken several steps on your path to moving on.

But life isn’t easy. Nothing is. You tried so hard to act professional and forget that he was somewhere near, but an invisible string keeps tugging your heart to beat uncontrollably whenever you’re reminded he was close.

What the actual fuck is wrong with you. You chided yourself, knocking your temples gently, completely unaware of the person standing still a few steps before you until you finally crashed against his chest and nearly tripping back.  

“Ow Sorry…” You muttered, slowly bowing before the person.

“Watch your step.” The voice replied firmly.

You froze. You didn’t need any confirmation as to whom that cold toned voice belonged to. You still remember hearing the same tone that last time you’ve actually talked to him, that time when he finally pushed you away and told you there was nothing that he felt for you but apathy. You felt a tug in your chest and quickly pursed your lips.

“I’m sorry…” You nearly choked, not even bothered to look up and charged past him.

Jungkook stumbled and immediately caught your arm, gently pulling you back. “Wait—“

You turned to him, dazed at the sudden urgency in his voice and how stunned he looked as if he himself didn’t except his actions.

Your knees felt so weak all off a sudden and your only support was Jungkook’s cautious grip on your arm.

“y-you look different…” he said. You stared at his face for the longest you ever did. He was smiling ruefully back at you, suddenly you were reminded of those times he wore that toothy smile and now you wonder was there anything else genuine you found in him.

“better…you look better.” He went on, finally letting go of your arm and sighed. Running his fingers through his hair and let out an antagonizing laughter. “I’m fucking stupid aren’t i?” he huffed, another laughter.

“You must have hated me.”

You hesitated for a moment, trying to register this entire setting in your head. Then you slowly nodded, dreading that very moment when you felt that warmth trickling down your cheeks. “I hate you…so much—“ you quietly sobbed, unable to finish your sentence.

Jungkook tried to reach for your face but stopped, dropping his hands to his side, hesitant to even look at you straight in the eye. “I didn’t deserve you…I still don’t.”

“I don’t know if I could ever forgive myself for losing someone so precious…but I hope you find a way to forgive me.”  This time with no hesitation, Jungkook reached for your cheek, wiping the tears away with his thumb and managed a bittersweet smile.

“I’m sorry. I will always be…” He dropped his hands to his side and with the most thoughtful smile he said; “I wish I could prove to you how much I love you without telling you, but I think it’s too late for that—I love you, y/n.”

He pursed his lips and took a deep breath, spun on his heels and slowly walked away. You disbelievingly watched his back, the things he told you were yet to set and nothing is falling into place, but you were sure about one thing. He said he loved you. A whimper escaped your lips as you fight the turmoil forming in your chest. Yes it was stupid, but fuck it—when the only thing you wanted was to be happy.

You sucked in a breath, courage building as you loudly—a little too loudly called out his name.

END

-silver

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[jvngkook97]

Chicken Noodle Soup

pairing; idol!jung hoseok x idol!reader

genre; angst, fluff, s2l, f2l, soulmate au

warnings; cursing, jealousy, there’s gonna be some serious touch starvation in this one, sexual tension to boot, creepy stalkers, pretend reader is in Becky G’s place instead, have no idea how music videos work so bare with me

rating; 18+

w/c; 7,425

a/n; hope everyone is enjoying the soulmate aus cause I’m having fun writing them. like + reblog if you enjoyed, feedback is always appreciated. love u

soulmate au masterlist ~ coming soon!

Let’s get one thing straight. You are not looking for your soulmate by any means. Right now, your sole focus is your career and the betterment of yourself. You could say you’re married to your work. You’re a workaholic. And you want to know who else is a workaholic?

Jung Hoseok. One of seven of Kpop sensation, BTS. Who was currently on his way to the music video site in Los Angeles, California, for your collaboration with him on your shared song, ‘Chicken Noodle Soup’. This will be the first time you’re meeting him in person, having only worked with him through laptop screens and FaceTime calls during the process of making the song. So, you being nervous was an understatement.

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

Your phone vibrated on the vanity inside of your trailer that was going to be your safe haven for the duration of filming. Picking it up, you saw it was your manager, forewarning you that Hoseok has just arrived. Time to go greet him.

It was a bright and sunny day, little to no breeze. Your makeup crew was going to have a field day with reapplying your makeup due to the sweating you’ll be doing while dancing for the video. Unlike most singers in the U.S. of A, you always made it a priority to have some kind of dance segment in your music videos that you participated in, not just backup dancers. And it always had to be epic, this one included. Thankfully, you had the creative and talented mind of Jung Hoseok at your disposal to make it come true, him being known for his world renowned choreography he comes up with for BTS. Not that you went down a deep rabbit hole and watched a lot of BTS practice videos. No, of course not.

Still in your casual clothes for the day, you only wore a large white t-shirt with the BTS logo printed on the middle of the shirt, a thin black belt secured tightly around your waist that accentuated your curves in all the right places, and you wore some black spandex shorts underneath, just incase. Feet clad in your favorite, worn down, but still in good condition, black Doc Martens. Yep, you were wearing their merch. It was super comfy and you figured it would help earn you some brownie points with your new friend. So, why not? It was a win-win in your book.

Looking at your Apple Watch, leaving your phone in the trailer, you noticed that he was right on time. Punctual, you like him even more. Now your filming should be starting on time, the first scene being scheduled in about one more hour, giving Hoseok time to get his hair and makeup done, like you already did.

Stepping out of the unmarked black SUV that parked itself right in front of you, you saw your fellow singer and dancer in all his colorful glory for the first time. He was wearing a vertical striped, multi color shirt, the sleeves were cut off, showing his shoulders. With faded, holy jeans and equally as vibrant converse. You thought it matched his energy perfectly, the way he greeted you with a big, glistening, pearly white smile as he bowed politely at you. You bowed back, as was the custom for everyone nowadays due to the whole soulmate scenario.

Soulmates. Everyone was supposedly destined to have one, from the very first day you were born. To find your fated other, you just needed to touch them. Skin to skin contact to be exact. If you touched clothing on somebody’s body that they were wearing, it wouldn’t count. The only loophole the universe allowed you. Something, that within your line of work, means there’s very strict rules and boundaries in order to avoid the skin to skin contact from happening either intentionally or accidentally. You have yet to find your soulmate, and you’re pretty sure that Hoseok has yet to find his as well. Though, it’s a question you’d rather avoid asking if all possible, due to it’s sometimes sensitive nature. Not everyone liked speaking about the subject, like you. To you, it was a waste of time that could’ve been spent being productive instead.

Besides, if they were apparently destined to be with you, why the need to rush it? If it’s meant to be, it’ll be. When they’re meant to find you, they will. Which is exactly why you don’t think you’ll be finding them anytime soon, being at the peak in your career at the moment. A sentiment, you’ll later realize, was oh so wrong.

Bowing politely back at the Kpop idol, you went to speak and surprise the idol with the Korean lessons you’ve been taking, only for him to beat you to the action and surprise you with speaking in English. Albeit, a little broken English, but nevertheless you couldn’t help but feel touched he would try to speak to you in your own native tongue. A light speckle of blush could almost be seen littered on your cheeks, but if he noticed, he didn’t say anything. You would just blame it on the sun’s blazing rays that burned down on you anyways.

“Thank you, for uh, the opportunity to–,” he stuttered over his words, in a dare you say, cute, way. You only smiled at him encouragingly for him to continue.

“–work with you on this, uh, collab–collaboration. I’m truly honored.” He finished with another polite bow towards you, before straightening back up with a still bright smile on his face that could rival the sun itself in its shine.

“I’m just as truly honored to work with you. Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to collaborate on this song with me, let alone fly all the way over here,” you gestured into the air around you, “to shoot this music video.” You spoke the sentiment in his native tongue quite flawlessly, with only a few errors here and there, but you gave yourself a mental pat on the back for your effort. His reaction was more than worth the countless hours and days you spent working online with a teacher in Korea to make sure there wasn’t a language barrier between you both, and that you could work more effectively together on a more personal level.

You didn’t know it was possible for his smile to get even bigger, but it did. Your heart fluttering in your chest as you could see him step towards you, making your eyes slightly widen before his security guard swiftly stopped his pursuit in what you think was going to be a hug. You know you should be thanking the security guard for being so observant and doing his job well in making sure the skin to skin contact didn’t happen, but damn it all that you kind of wish he didn’t stop it from happening. Especially when Hoseok realized his actions, the look on his face alone killing you with how sad he looked, before plastering on what you could only describe as his fake smile, having already seen what his real ones looked like.

He raised his hands up in front of him, palms up facing you, and severely apologized for almost overstepping, this time saying it in his native language. Your own raising in his defense that you know he only meant well. A genuine smile on your face to reassure the clearly distressed idol, before you gestured back towards the way you came with your hands.

“Shall I show you where you’ll be getting ready?” You offered politely and professionally, wanting to ensure that he has a good stay and time in your home city.

He nodded his head in response to your question, taking the offer with the smile that still adorned his face. It’s like the guy never stopped smiling. He went to follow you a few steps behind you, before you decided to wait until he was walking side by side with you, which made his eyes widen in astonishment at your actions. You chose to keep looking ahead, only wanting him to know by your actions that you considered him in high regards, as you did everyone else you worked with, as your equal.

Upon arriving to his trailer, you walked up the few steps that led inside and pulled open his door for him, stepping back down on the asphalt it stood on, you gestured for him to go ahead and walk into the trailer. As he went to take the first step up, your hand landed on the short railing right above where his bare hand currently lay, stopping the idol in his tracks, looking at you with a curious face.

“Your hair and make up team will be with you shortly, but in the meantime would you like anything to eat or drink? There will be a snack and drink table throughout the entire shoot, but I wouldn’t mind getting anything for you right now if you would like.” You offered, and pulled your hand away from the railing. Clearing your throat in an attempt to hide the way of how close you were to almost touching him. And how it made your entire body buzz with a random burst of adrenaline. Weird, you thought, that’s never happened to you before.

What you didn’t know, was that his body had the same reaction as yours. His hand gripped the railing tightly, making his knuckles turn white at the force he used. With a strained smile that he gave you, once you pulled your hand away, he denied your request with the ruse of not wanting to keep you from your own personal schedule of the day to fetch him something his own assistant could get for him.

Hiding your disappointment with a small smile, you nodded your head and told him that you’ll be seeing him soon. Pivoting in your Doc Martens, you made your way back to your own trailer, leaving the idol to his own devices. Clutching your hand to your chest where your heart was barely coming down from its erratic beating, your head churned with questions. Dangerous questions. One’s that shouldn’t have been on your mind to begin with, but they were. And you hated it.

With your trailer not being that far from Hoseok’s, you stepped up to your own door and opened it. Walking inside fully, you shut the door behind you, proceeding to lean against said door. A shaky exhale could be heard leave your lips in the silence you now stood in. Taking the few steps towards your still lit up vanity, you leaned forward on it on your open palms. Staring at your own reflection in the mirror you loathed what you saw staring back at you. It wasn’t the normal look of being awestruck by the artist you were working with, no. If only you could’ve been more fortunate. No, it was a look of being lovestruck instead. Love. What the actual fuck? YOU JUST MET THE GUY. You didn’t want to freak him out over something like this! Damn universe and how it works in mysterious ways.

Hoseok stared at your back in wonder, a blank look on his normally cheery face. A feeling of dread settled into his body at the reaction he felt towards being near your body in such a close manner. He knows he should take the next few steps that would lead him into the safety of his trailer, but his body disagrees, wanting to follow you into yours instead.

It was his hair and make up team arriving that broke him out of the trance he seemed to be in, as he watched you shut your own trailer door behind you. Staring at the white door with a yellow star that had your name labeled on it in the middle a little longer, he turned with a smile and greeted his team for the duration of the shoot. Leading the group inside his trailer, he sat in the chair in front of his own vanity and stared at his reflection. The same lovestruck look on his face staring back at him that you shared. Fuck, he thought with an inward grimace. He was going to need to call his fellow members as soon as possible. Or more specifically, a certain someone.

———————————————————————

It was Kim Namjoon that answered Hoseok’s FaceTime call after the hair and make up team left. He didn’t have much time for the conversation he was about to have, but if his assumptions were correct, he would have to make the most of what little time he did have.

Before Namjoon could even greet his fellow group member, Hoseok was ready with a specific question on his lips. A no time to waste, and straight to the point kind of question.

“How did you know that Hana was your soulmate before even touching her?” He spewed the question quickly.

Namjoon’s mouth closed, as his eyebrows raised into his hairline. An expression of ‘did you just ask what I think you asked’ look plastered on his face.

Hoseok groaned in frustration at the still silent friend of his. He needed an answer within the next, his eyes glanced at the clock that hung on the wall of his trailer, five minutes.

“Namjoon, answer, now!” He snapped his fingers in a rush, hoping it would get Namjoon to talk in a quicker manner.

“Uh, shit, I–,” Namjoon ran his hands through his hair as he tried to rethink exactly how he felt when he first realized his soulmate was the one. Seeing the dancer become more aggravated at his answer he has yet to give, made the rapper tap into the memories he needed.

“Look, I don’t know if it’s the same as everyone else, or if what happens differs from person to person, BUT–,” seeing the dancer lose his patience even more with how long he’s taking, he word vomited the rest of his story of how when he first even looked at Hana, he felt a weird pull. And how being within close proximity of her made his body vibrate with adrenaline he would normally only feel when he was performing for a sold out stadium, one Hoseok knew all too well. And even though they didn’t touch yet, he got this weird feeling of being lost if he wasn’t near them. Like his body was physically having withdrawals just from the slight warmth he could feel radiate from Hana’s body. But when they finally touched? Oh man, he explained that there were no words to express how it made him and his body feel, but that they both just knew they were soulmates upon the skin to skin contact.

“Why do you ask, Hobi?” Namjoon asked the dreaded question inquiringly. He already had an inkling as to why he asked, but wanted to hear it from the dancer’s mouth himself.

Just as Hobi was about to answer, there was a loud knock on his trailer door that interrupted him. And a voice. More specifically, your voice. Oh, fuck. His entire face flushed in a way that made his friend on the phone stare at him with narrowed eyes of pure suspicion.

“Is she the one–,” poor Namjoon’s voice was fatefully cut off by Hobi ending the call. Something he would later apologize for, but right now he needed to collect himself enough to face you properly and more importantly, professionally. He didn’t want you to think that something was wrong with him that would warrant suspicions of your own towards the idol. For all he knew, you didn’t feel anything earlier and it was all just one sided.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling through his nose, he smoothed out the first outfit he was going to wear for the scenes you were about to shoot, and walked the few paces needed within the small trailer to reach the door your figure stood the opposite side of in wait. Then he opened it.

And his breath felt like it was stolen from him the moment he laid eyes on you, though he tried his best not to show it. You looked gorgeous, beautiful, ravishing, dare he say, wearing your ensemble of choice. He was fucked. But he welcomed the oncoming fuckfest with open arms, so long as it led to you being in them in the end. Or even better, he thought with his lower head, trapped underneath him in between his arms.

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Finishing up the last scene for the day, you both went untouched by each other without a hitch. Much to both of your shared relief and misfortune. Normally, you would bid the artist a good day and slink back to the confines of your own trailer before heading home and crashing in your bed, but that’s not what happened.

Much to your surprise, it was Hoseok that suggested for you both to grab something to eat that would be more filling then the snacks you’ve shoved into your mouth majority of the day that didn’t satiate your hunger. Stomach protesting in your favor, when you went to politely decline his invitation, not wanting to risk the possibility of touching the dancer accidentally during your…hang out? It wouldn’t necessarily be a date. Just two friends, coworkers if you’re being technical, going out for a bite to eat after a day’s hard work. Nothing wrong with that? Right?

You tried rationalizing it in your head even when your heart, and stomach, answered for you. You currently sat next to Hobi in the same black unmarked SUV you saw him arrive in earlier, as he said to call him from now on, saying since you both got to know each other more during the shoot that there wasn’t any need for formalities. You guys were friends. A word that made you inwardly fill with what you could only describe as sadness. Which didn’t make any sense to you, considering what he said was true. You were just friends, nothing more. Then why did it make you feel like shit?

And imagine to your further surprise when he later suggested after your bellies were full of his home’s specialty dishes he had made especially for you, at a fancy restaurant known for its Korean dishes he liked to frequent himself when he was in the area, that you go out dancing. Don’t ask why, but you agreed. Maybe it was the way he begged you on his literal knees in the middle of the restaurant, or the way he was looking at you, like if you said no it would destroy him? Cause it definitely wasn’t due to the fact that your body felt like it needed to be next to him. Or that you secretly hoped in the deepest, darkest, depths of your mind that you two would somehow end up in an entanglement of limbs in his hotel room.

You blamed the many bottles of sake you both shared over your meals on your weakness to not being able to say no to him. Yeah, let’s got with that.

Once again you found yourselves in the back of the black SUV, but this time, you both talked to each other freely without a care. The effects of the alcohol making your conversation flow more freely and naturally, rather then reserved, which is what it was prior.

Arriving to the destination you suggested solely on others opinions of the dance club, not your personal experience, because this would be your first time stepping into the establishment as well. Your management having called ahead is what had you both slipping into the VIP section of the club discreetly without the prying eyes of paparazzi and reporters alike. You could only imagine what the headlines would be otherwise. What if they even went so far as to say you were dating the dancer? The thought made you scoff inwardly from the absurdity of it, ignoring the way you got butterflies in your stomach imagining a life where you two were dating for a split second before shaking your head and bringing yourself back to reality.

And back to the concerned eyes of Hobi, who has been trying to get your attention it seems for the past several minutes. Hands now laying on your clothed shoulders, he made sure before proceeding with the action. He shook your body slightly and asked if you were okay. Even offering to walk back out the door you just snuck into the club through and taking you back to the safety of your home, if you wanted too. What a gentleman, you swooned with a semi dazed smile.

Then you vehemently denied his offer, going so far as making an ‘X’ with your arms held out in front of you. An action that made him laugh in delight and remind him of members back home he sorely missed. And, he realized, he still needed to call Namjoon back to explain the situation. He was probably wracked with tons of scenarios going through his head wondering why the dancer asked such a loaded question to begin with.

Hobi went to make a path for you both through the bodies that littered the floor at nearly one in the morning, if going by your watch was correct. Once again, you didn’t trust yourself to walk into the club in your state of mind and not forget your phone somewhere. Better safe than sorry, so you left it in the car that would be waiting until you both came back out in your own time.

“Wait, Hobi!” You addressed the dancer over the blaring music you could feel in your soul with how much the floor was vibrating beneath your feet. You gestured in the direction behind you that you were headed to the ladies room. When nature calls, you have to answer. He nodded at you that he understood and gestured towards the bar that he would wait there for you. You gave him a thumbs up and turned to make your way to the restroom.

Walking down the dimly lit hallway to the bathroom had your whole body on edge. You know that feeling of being watched? That’s how you felt right now, making the hallway seem somehow longer than it actually was. Though risking a look behind you, you came to the conclusion you were all alone, thank god. Pushing open the swing door that lead to a line of toilet stalls, you opted for the first free one you saw, not trusting your bladder to hold it more than it already has. Sitting on your porcelain throne, stall door shut and locked, you relieved your bladder with a blissful sigh of content. The last occupant other than you, could be heard leaving the ladies room, so now you were all alone. Or, so you thought.

You heard a pair of feet shuffle into the stall next to you, seemingly out of nowhere. Finishing up, you fixed the bottom half of the purple sequin dress you decided to wear tonight, and walked out of the stall. You started washing your hands, subtly looking through the mirror to see that there was indeed a pair of feet that could be seen poking out from the bottom of the stall that was once unoccupied. Your heart rate immediately picking up when you noticed it was a pair of male feet in the ladies restroom. Shit. Not bothering to even dry your hands, just wanting to get out of there as fast as possible, you walked as fast as you could in the heels you now regret wearing as well.

Thinking on your feet you whispered the phrase ‘Call Hoseok’ into your watch. Him having been in your favorites for the past year due to constant meetings and phone calls you had with him for the collaboration that warranted the exchange of personal cell numbers. You couldn’t be more thankful for that fact in this moment. Walking out the door, the call connected. Seeing the 0:05 show up on your watch to confirm. Hoseok’s voice could be heard coming through. It sounded surprised.

Before he could say anything other than a greeting and your name, you hastily whispered for him to head towards the ladies room he saw you go not even seven minutes ago. Hearing the urgency in your voice, he got the hint something wasn’t right. ‘I’m on my way, don’t hang up’ was all that he said, voice sounding stern, but concerned for your well being.

You didn’t reply back, hearing footsteps shuffling behind you in the hallway that most definitely felt even longer now than it did before when you first walked the same path. Staring straight ahead, you refused to look back and acknowledge the man behind you. Only praying that Hoseok got there before he decided to try anything.

Someone rounded the corner into the hallway, but it wasn’t him, it was another female party goer, probably on her way to the ladies room you were just at. You feigned a look of shock as you addressed her with a random name that obviously wasn’t hers. It’s a good thing that the woman caught onto your act, once she saw the menacing looking man following behind you. And of course she knew your name from seeing you on her own TV and billboards that scattered the city of Los Angeles, making your ruse more believable.

She walked up to you and grabbed onto your arm, looking into your eyes with understanding as she subtly nodded her head.

“The boys are waiting for us, we should go meet up with them before they start looking for us.” She emphasized with a loud voice so the creepy male would hear her clearly.

In that perfectly aligned moment, just as you were about to reach the end of the hallway that led into the crowd of people still in the club at this late hour, yet another savior showed up to save the day. Hobi.

Seeing the distressed look on not only your face, but the mystery woman next to you, he walked towards you both quicker with a fake smile on his face. He went to greet you both when the mysterious male decided to walk past your trio and using the club goers, just disappeared. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t try anything. The breath you didn’t know you were holding as he passed, was let out with a heavy exhale. Your whole body slightly shaking from nerves and fear.

“Are you okay, honey? Did he do anything to you?” The still no named woman asked you in concern. Giving her a small smile you replied back both for her sake and Hobi’s at this point, whom you know was wondering the same thing.

Shaking your head no, you then verbally replied to her question.

“No, he didn’t try anything. Just apparently followed me into the bathroom and when I left. Thank you so much for your help, truly. What’s your name?” You asked, staring at her with a grateful smile now.

“My name is–,”

After exchanging information so you could be sure to properly thank her later, you gave the woman a warm hug which she returned. Hobi opted to just giving her a smile, another thank you and polite bow following shortly after.

Leaving to head back to her friends, it now left you and Hobi alone. Sensing the dancing mood was now ruined, he offered his clothed arm to you, which you gratefully took. Walking you both back out the door you came through not even thirty minutes prior, you both now sat in the safety of the SUV that didn’t move an inch from where you left it. Doors closed and locked, your entire body sagged from exhaustion, eyes closing from the headache you could feel coming on from the events that just transpired.

Hobi looked at you with a look of mixed feelings. He felt relief that you were fine and nothing happened, yet anger at not only that creepy man that followed you, but also at himself for not being there when you needed him most. It made his entire being sink into a depth of despair that you were unaware of occurring right next to you. And it made him come to terms with the fact that you just might actually be his soulmate, with the way he was feeling right now. All he wanted to do was take your sleepy body into his arms and hold you for the rest of the night, only then would he even come close to getting a good night’s rest for tomorrows last day of shooting.

The last day.

The last music video filming.

Your shared last dance.

A humbling realization settled upon him, making him mirror your actions by slumping into the leather of the seats you were sitting on, head resting against the back rest and closing his eyes.

It was his last day with you. His soulmate.

And you were blissfully unaware.

Or so he thought.

Arriving to your house, he politely walked you up to your front door and patiently waited for you to unlock it and step inside. Once inside you turned towards the male, your mind telling you that you needed sleep for tomorrow. But it was your heart, body, and soul that wanted nothing more than to invite him in and succumb to what you’ve been pushing down since the moment you met him. Also, you just didn’t want to part ways yet, even though you knew you would be seeing him early tomorrow morning. Something inside you kept screaming at you to just stop being a fool. To stop denying what the universe was literally throwing in front of your face.

Your nails dug into your front door, out of Hobi’s sight. With a steely resolve you didn’t know if you should be thankful for, or curse at, you ultimately decided that it was time to part ways. Your heart breaking with every word that solidified your decision. If you weren’t studying his face as closely as you were, you would’ve missed when his smile turned into a frown for a split second, before returning to his signature grin. Bidding you a good night, he bowed at you and said he would see you tomorrow for the last day of shooting and advised you to get plenty of rest for your biggest dance number you two shared. Agreeing with a nod and smile of your own at his words, you said farewell and watched as he pivoted back towards the car.

The further he walked away from you, the deeper your nails dug into your door. You were definitely going to need to get them fixed. But that was the least of your worries. Tomorrow was the last day of filming, and the last day to see if what you’ve been feeling is real for the dancer. As he closed the door to the SUV, you closed the door to your house, and your heart.

You weren’t ready to have a soulmate yet.

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Getting up the next morning was easier said than done. Your head still feeling like you got hit by a truck, and looking at yourself in your mirror looked like a scene from a horror movie. And you were the monster, not the victim. Thankfully, all you needed was a nice, relaxing, on the verge of being scalding, hot shower.

Opting to let your hair air dry, knowing it’ll get fixed up when you arrived on set, you placed a plain black baseball cap over your head. Deciding to not wear makeup as well, you hoped it would help cover your face a little from the prying lens of the paparazzi you were sure going to be waiting on the outside of the music video lot, like they were yesterday. With it being a rather cool morning, you wore a matching black sports bra and leggings with a BTS pastel purple crop top sweater on top that went perfectly together. With Nike’s on that matched the crop top sweater, you gathered your belongings and headed outside to the car that has been waiting for you for the past twenty minutes. Your driver opened the door for you as you climbed in and got settled. Then, you were on your way.

Seeming like your roles were reversed compared to yesterday, it was Hobi that greeted you this time when your car pulled up into the lot near the trailers. His signature grin could be seen on his face, and it looked like he was even ready to start shooting, already wearing the first outfit for the day shoot. Once again, you felt immense gratitude with how seriously he took his work and being on time. And today, it seemed like he was better at it than you were, which was saying something.

This time it was Hobi that opened your door for you, greeting you with a ‘good morning’ as you stepped out onto the still cool asphalt, the sun not yet raised enough in the sky to make it scathing hot yet. He immediately noticed your choice of outfit, complimenting you on it.

“Nice choice in clothing, that color looks amazing on you!” He said, gesturing towards your crop top sweater with his hands. You had to say, his choice of clothing, though not quite as loud as it was yesterday, still suited him nicely. He was wearing a large white t-shirt, with an abstract, yet colorful piece of art on it. Blue jeans, not so holy this time, covered his thin yet muscular legs with how much he dances on a daily basis. Sneakers were clad on his feet that brought the whole outfit together. All in all, he looked perfect. Extremely handsome.

You returned the sentiment in kind, trying to subtly hide your makeup less face to the dancer, now becoming embarrassed with how little you fixed yourself up this morning. Your hesitation didn’t go unnoticed. The dancer reassuring you with his next words you weren’t expecting to hear, but made your cheeks flush in a natural hue.

“No need to hide yourself, y/n. You’re beautiful as you are.” He said it so casually, as if it was something he said on a daily basis to every girl he saw. And maybe he did, you thought bitterly. Putting on a fake smile, you went to thank him for his kinds words, when a female walked up to you both. You were pretty sure she was one of the back up dancers.

“Hey J-Hope! You ready to kick ass today with that dance number?” She asked him enthusiastically, sliding her hand along the back of his shoulder blades and upper back as she walked behind him to now stand next to him. It made that little green monster slither it’s way up your throat, wanting to lash out at the poor girl who doesn’t know she’s doing anything wrong. Cause that’s just it. She’s not doing anything wrong. It just looks like two friends in friendly conversation. But you knew better. J-hope might be oblivious to the opposite sex and how they flirt, but not you. Unfortunately.

“So ready!” He agreed with matched energy.

“We’re about to get started with the next scene, did you want to head over there together?” She asked him in a flirty tone that went unnoticed to the dancer. His body may have been turned towards the fellow dancer, but his eyes were still locked on you and your figure that hasn’t moved an inch since the uninvited guest walked up, you just stared at her with a blank face. It had him worried.

Not even realizing you were zoning out on the female dancer you couldn’t remember the name of for the life of you, completely lost in your jealous thoughts of rage that were unwarranted on your part considering you and the male dancer were just friends. It wasn’t until your eyes fell on the male dancers, ‘finally’, he thought inwardly, who was already staring at you, did you decide to take your leave. He was going to walk back with her anyways, so there was no harm in your choice.

Plastering on the fakest smile you probably ever wore on your face for the two in front of you, you began to walk away from the pair. Which apparently, now made the unnamed female just notice your presence existed.

“Oh, y/n! I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there! Were you two busy?” She asked in feigned shock, then worry. Oh, you thought with mirth, she was good.

“Nope! He’s all yours. Go kick some ass!” You replied in fake enthusiasm, throwing two thumbs up at them for added measure, emphasizing on a certain phrase that had Hoseok looking at you with narrowed eyes that went unnoticed in your blind rage.

Turning your back on the pair, you briskly walked towards your trailer, not even bothering to glance back at them in fear you actually would blow up at the poor girl if you did.

Hoseok went to follow your retreating figure, when the female dancer tugged on the bottom half of his long shirt, making him now look at her instead. He went to tell her he would meet her over there in a second, that he had something to talk with you about first, before he was cut off from the first word being able to leave his mouth by a loud ‘SLAM’ that echoed into the morning sky. It made both dancers flinch outwardly.

Sighing to himself in defeat, noticing your trailer door was the one that just got slammed, he felt like you weren’t necessarily in the mood for the type of conversation he wanted to have with you. So he made the choice that after the shoot was over, he would initiate said conversation. One he’s thought about all night, not getting much sleep himself. Even calling Kim Namjoon back to talk with him more about it. Namjoon confirming his suspicions that he may just be right about you. His other fellow members even popped in during the FaceTime call to wish the dancer luck. But he knew today, either way, it was now or never. And he didn’t want to lose his chance with you.

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Finishing the last shot for the day shoot, you now had time to spare until the sun set and sky tuned black. Which you spent in the safe confines of your trailer, successfully dodging the cause of your pettiness all day. Jung Hoseok. Though it’s not like he didn’t try initiating some kind of conversation with you throughout the day, even cracking jokes that you pretended not to hear. There was even a few knocks on your trailer door that went unanswered, you feigning that you were asleep and telling your manager to let everyone know the same thing, which finally got him to stop knocking and he left you alone. But now, you had no choice, you had to leave your trailer.

The very last dance number and shot that would wrap up filming the music video would occur under the night sky of stars, blinding industrial lighting, a large group number, you dancing on top of cars and coming to an end with a moment of free style from any dancers that wanted to participate. Ultimately the scene would be fading to black, leaving you with your arm resting on Hoseok’s shoulder, his body turned sideways facing away from you as he leaned into your touch. Your other hand would be on your popped out hip, after tipping the rim of the glasses you would be wearing down for the camera to see your eyes for a split second. Both wearing smiles that would end up in smirks as the camera cut off, signaling the end of the main music video shoot.

Cast and crew alike were thanked by you and Hoseok on a job well done. The music would continue playing as some behind the scenes B-footage would be filmed with you and Hoseok in the middle of a group of dancers doing the main dance of the song in unison with them. Smiles, dancing, and laughter would be displayed during the ending credits.

The director let out a loud ‘and that’s a wrap!’. Cheers and applause could be heard shortly after the announcement.

And for a second, as you and Hobi locked eyes with each other, did you believe that maybe, just maybe, you could be ready for this possible soulmate stuff. Until that idea was immediately ixnayed from your brain, the same female dancer as before running up to Hobi and giving the male no choice but to catch her body that flung itself at him in mid-air, right in front of you, her even going further with her actions and planting a kiss on his cheek.

You could feel it as your body sobered from its adrenaline rush you always get from filming a music video, there was a burning rage in your body that wanted to be released. A rage you’ve never felt in your life towards someone. One that if you didn’t leave right at that second, you definitely would’ve punched the unsuspecting girl in the face. And you’d much rather avoid a lawsuit.

It’s like Hoseok had a sixth sense for when you’re abruptly about to leave at this point, having dealt with your attitude and absence all day. It’s like you were physically there in front of him, but mentally you checked out on him. And he didn’t know why he was the center of your resentment. But he was going to find out if it’s the last thing he did.

Releasing the female from his hold, he gently pushed her off with a polite smile and bow, thanking her again for her hard work. He always had to be the perfect gentleman. Before he could lose you in the crowd of back up dancers, he grabbed onto your bare hand with his.

A shock instantly found its way on a course throughout your entire body, the same could be said with his. Both of you stilling in the mass of people who still danced around you, oblivious to what was transpiring right in front of them. Hands clutched tightly together, bodies bumped against you both as you locked wide eyes, but neither of you cared. Cause in that one fleeting moment it was just you two. Two long lost souls that were fated to be together in your past lives, now, and your future lives.

He was your soulmate. And you were his.

With both your bodies now connected in a way only those with soulmates could understand, you both simultaneously succumbed to what your physical bodies have been wanting you to do for a long time.

Your lips clashed together in a flurry of want and need, your hands finding new purpose in his hair, while his found home on your waist, squeezing gently, yet firmly. Eyes closed, bodies flush against one another, you both savored the moment of your first kiss.

Gasps and mumbling could be heard around you, before another round of cheers and applause was heard for a completely different reason. Yours and Hoseok’s name being chanted into the night air upon witnessing your public display of affection.

Both of you grinned into each other’s mouths, pulling away enough for him to rest his forehead on yours. A look of pure, genuine, love could be seen within both of your eyes.

“Why hello there, soulmate.” He cheekily whispered loud enough for only you to hear.

Taking the non-verbal route, you leaned up to kiss him again with a burning passion that you know will never be satiated, but would equally still spend the rest of your lives attempting too.

Spoiler alert. It would never work.

Not that either of you really cared.

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Unbeknownst to the newly formed couple, your PDA was filmed by the cameras that were still rolling and those of personal cell phones, forever being shared for the world to see.

And, more importantly, for a select six men on the other side of the world to see.

Jung Hoseok was in for a world full of teasing.

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[christopher-bangnaldoskzz]

I CHOOSE YOU - 1

Minho / Seungmin x Reader Female

Genre:🌶️

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: You have just split up with your cheating EX-Boyfriend, how could you possible every fall in love again 

Trigger warning: please remember this is a fiction and the characters are just that fictional. If you are sensitive to swearing or sexual content please do not read my stories…… some of my story’s do hold scenes from kdarams Sorry in advance if you don’t like it but I though they were cute, other than that please enjoy.

You and Your best friend are producers and produce music for the kpop industry. Since high school, Alex, your best friend, has been with her boyfriend, Jake. On the other hand, you met Taehyung at an audition when you were 18 for bts. You happened to be filling in for an assistant, taehyung, and you hit it off right away. 

You met many people through taehyung like Jamie park and Lisa from black pink. You became close friends with Jamie. She was just like your soulmate. You and Alex had worked all day on a song for Got7. You were so tired that Jake dropped you home, Taehyung would usually be out, but his car was in the driveway for some reason. You got excited because that meant you got to eat dinner with your boyfriend for once.

So you walk in, WHO THE FUCK DO YOU SEE WITH HER SHIRT OFF ON TOP OF YOUR BOYFRIEND. 

You guessed it, MADDISON, the word that came out of your mouth.

Side note, Maddison was an old friend you had from high school. Maddison was, how should I put this, annoying, manipulative, and now a homewrecker.

Back to the story 

You look at him and go, "THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU…. WHY COULDNT YOU CHEAT ON ME WITH ONE OF YOUR BACKUP DANCERS… WHY MADDISON" you shook your head. It was more disgusted than angry, like really disappointed he chose her.

She was telling you how in love they were. You grabbed all her hair, twisted it, pulled her to the door, threw her out. "CUNT IF I HEAR ONE MORE WORD" you shut the door in her face.

You stormed into your shared room and just packed what you could before you started to cry. Taehyung was trying to put the stuff back

"Please, Y/N, it meant nothing." 

You fucken gave him the devil stare and said, "out of all the things you could have done… you cheated on me… I told you when we were young.. fuck me over once, and I'm done with you" you pushed past him and opened the door. Madison was still there "have him… he's a dick, and he just told me you mean nothing to him" you pushed past her and called Alex as You walked down the street. 

"Alex, how far are you?"

"Like 5minutes away." 

"Good, come back and get me." 

"Why"

 "you'll see when you get here."

"Okay, be there in 5, I guess" she hung up.

Taehyung had slammed the door in Madison's face, so she was upset. You just sat in the next-door neighbour's yard, watching her cry and screaming for Taehyung to open the door. You could see him sitting on the couch through the window with his shirt off and his hands over his face. 

Alex and Jake pulled up. You got in the car. 

"Uhhh, why is Madison topless on your lawn" Jake said 

"Oh, I court her fucking V," You said, putting on your seat belt. Alex turned around and looked at you, so confused.

"Why is she still on the lawn then," she said, trying to undo her seatbelt to lung at her. Jake held his hand over the belt. 

"I don't know fucken bitch thinks he loves her… he was begging me to stay with him 5 minutes ago," You said, shoving my bag over.

"Sheesh," Alex said, sitting forward. 

"It's sad when you think about it," Jake said, looking at her.

"Kinda funny also…..he just slammed that door in her face… god she is crazy" You laughed "okay can we go." 

"Are we taking you anywhere… to ours, or is there someone you want to stay with?" Jake said 

Alex slapped him "she's staying with us, you idiot… where else would she go?" 

"I don't know Jamie's," he said

……

You were texting Jamie on the way to Alex's, telling her what happened. 

"Are you kidding me!!! Who does this guy think he is, honestly… I never liked him. He's a dick….Did you need to stay with me" 

"I might… thank you," you replied 

"Jake can you drop us off at Jamie's," You said

"Uh, sure," he said, turning left into her suburb. 

We got out of the car and knocked on Jamie's door. She answered, "oh my god….. what the hell did you kill her," she said as you and Alex walked in. 

"Nothing I did fucking nothing" suddenly, this shirtless guy comes out of Jamie's toilet. 

"Jamie? Why is there a shirtless man in your house?" You said, confused.

"Oh, that's chan…ignore him honestly" she smiled.

"Anyway… V just stood there. I grabbed what I could, but I'm scared to go back alone," You said. 

"Don't worry about that… CHANNN!!!….. come here," she screams.

"Hey, what's up…. When did you get guest" he said, pointing at us. 

"Chan, at some point, can you help Y/N get her stuff out of her ex's house." 

"Uh, who's her ex? And can he kill me" he laughed 

"Uh, Kim Taehyung" You looked at him as his eyes widened.

"Like BTS V?" He said louder

"Yeah…. That's him" You nod.

"Uhhhh," he said. Then Jamie got her flirt on and convinced him to help you later in the week. 

"Okay…. But you have to promise he's not going to kick my ass," he said, pointing at you.  

"Promise…. He's like a teddy bear," You said, waving it off. You turned to Alex and whispered, "a possessive teddy bear… he's so little…. he's fucked” he looked over at you, whispering, and you all smiled. 

Jamie kissed him and was like, "oh, thanks, baby" Alex stood there and just tilted her head like a dog. 

"Cunts whipped," Alex whispered to you. 

…..

So it was Thursday, and You needed to get more clothes and my work stuff from Taehyung's house. So Chan was coming over, and you were nervous. Alex came over to help you as well in case Taehyung was there.

We heard a knock at the door and opened it. Chan was standing there with two other guys.

"Hi" You looked at chan walking through the door with two other guys.

"Hi, so this is changbin and Minho," he said, pointing and smiling.

"Wait, wait…. Minho?…… omg Minho is that you… you used to dance for the BTS, right" You were shocked if this were Minho had been this whole time.

"Holy shit Y/N…. It's you who we are helping?" He gave you a massive hug. 

"Wait, who's your ex?….is it V?" He said, pulling away. 

 "Uhhhhhh…. Yeah, it's um V" you looked down. 

"That's too bad you guys were super funny and cute….. do you guys remember those girls I used to talk about back in the day?" He said, laughing. 

"Uhhh yeah, I think so," chan and changbin said in sync.

"This is the" he laughed. 

I was a bit considered because if I brought Minho home, V might flip his shit. He was super possessive over me and my relationships with people associated with the band. 

"Minho, are you sure you want to help?…. You know how V gets…..I don't want him to flip out on you," I said.

"FUCK HIM….. he's a cheater…. If I was with you…" he said passionately. 

"Ummm, okay, so are we are going then," changbin said.

…..

So we get to V's house, and he's home. I open the door, and he gets up off the couch. He wrapped his arms around me and shoved his head into my neck started crying. "I am so sorry …. I am so sorry…. I love only you…..please don't leave me," he repeats it. I use my hand to shoo you guys into the bedroom to pack my stuff. 

"V…. I told you…. It's over…you can't cheat on me and think I'm going to come back" he slid down my body and started to hold my legs so I couldn't move.

"Please, I love you… we can get married as you wanted….. I'll even have kids with you…. I can change," he cried.

"You shouldn't have to do anything for me, V….you should have to change for someone to be with you," I said, unhooking his hands. When I did that, chan came out of the room with my bag. 

"Is that him?" he stood up. I stood in between them." IS THIS YOUR NEW BOYFRIEND" he got in chans face. Chan dropped the suitcase, out came minho. 

"Wow wow wow….. don't talk to him like that. He's not the cheater," Minho pushed V.

"IT THAT FUCKING MINHO…. YOU CALLED MINHO WOW," he said in shock.

"No, I didn't call Minho….. get over yourself, V…. I'm sick of your Sense of entitlement is pissing me off." 

"What!…. You're my girlfriend… I'm entitled to know who you are hanging out with" 

"Ex-girlfriend actually," chan corrected him. 

He went to charge at chan, but Minho and changbin got in front of him. I pushed V back, "are you kidding me….you were going to hit him." 

"Well yeah…. Smartass" 

I keep pushing, punching his chest, and screaming at him, calling him a cheater and a liar. 

Minho grabbed my waist and started to pull me out of the house. "Stop….Renae stop…. It's over. Your okay" 

Then you and the rest of the boys came out with my stuff. "Sorry, chan, I didn't think he would react like that," he smiled at me "it's okay… I should be worried if he's okay. You were hitting him pretty hard." 

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[xpeachesncream]

bands | thirteen

[ series masterlist ]

summary: jeon jungkook has it all: the looks, the fame, the money, the women. being considered the sexiest man in the industry, he finds no complaints about the way his life is going nor does he find any reason to apologize for the way he approaches it. he is a force to be reckoned with - until he meets you.

pairing: stripper!reader x idol!jjk

genre: (18+) strip club/nightlife au, post grad au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 3.9k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, slight degradation, trouble stirring behind the scenes if you squint, yeonjun and soobin (txt) make an appearance but also as reg 18 yr olds lol

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"BTS' Jeon Jungkook rumored to be dating stripper from nightclub!"

"Jungkook is no longer single, ladies!"

"Jeon Jungkook is dating a stripper? Why the hell is he doing that?"

"Who the hell does she think she is? I bet she's not even pretty."

"Jungkook fell for a stripper? Out of all people? Damn, and I thought he was better than that."

Jungkook has been tired, the rumors constantly being spread day in and day out. But, it still didn't mean he was gonna say shit to prove himself to people out there. He didn't need to give anybody answers. Hell, this was strictly between you and him and that's how he wants to keep it.

Fuck every single one of you who didn't wanna be behind him and support him. Don't even think about calling yourself a fan of his if that's your mindset.

He could truly care less. He was happy and he felt ten times better than he has in a really long time. It's unfortunate how people love to stay narrow minded. The only thing that bothered him was the fact that it was so unfair for you - how they stuck to that stripper image, rather than really getting to know you beneath the surface.

But it's not like anyone else deserved to know the real you, not after all this shit. And he was gonna keep it that way, and protect you.

"Hey, don't listen to any of that shit, okay?" Jungkook says as he meets you in your car in the BigHit building garage. "None of that matters to me."

"I know, but Kook." You look at him. "Your career, BigHit literally might not even want me here and-and—"

"Then I'll make sure they understand it's not an issue, because it's really fucking not." He says, getting irritated only at the thought of the company giving him issues over you. He watches as you slightly frown, causing him to sigh and soften his own facial expression. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get worked up like that. It's just annoying how people are narrow-minded. This has absolutely nothing to do with you." You give him a small smile. "Come on, I'll walk you." You silently nod and hop out of your car. You follow beside him, your stomach in knots having to meet with their performance director. This meant you'd also most likely run into the rest of Bangtan.

In which happens to turn true pretty quickly.

"Jungkookie!" Hoseok says loudly down the hallway as he approaches the both of you. He does nothing besides smile, curiosity definitely filling his eyes.

"This is Y/N. Y/N, Hoseok hyung." He holds out his hand for you to shake, his head tilting ever so slightly because you know he's familiar with your face. He's just trying to remember from where. Or, he has recognized you, but he's trying his hardest not to say anything.

Cause they have seen all of you, especially in that fishnet bodysuit.

"Hi! Nice to meet you! You can call me Hobi for short. Are you meeting with someone?" You nod.

"Yeah." Is all you can reply with as you shyly tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Nice, goodluck!"

"Is everyone else here?" Jungkook asks, making Hobi nod.

"Yeah, but they're still running through some stuff in the dance studio. I just ran off to take a break."

"Okay." Jungkook looks at you. "Follow me, he's in one of the private studio rooms." You both part ways from Hoseok, the need to clutch onto Jungkook's arm immensely strong right now. You hold yourself off though, because even with passing a few female staff members, you catch them looking at you oddly with the way you're walking side by side with Jungkook.

Nope. Don't even think about it, Y/N. It doesn't matter.

Jungkook knocks softly on a door, the middle of it being made up of entirely frosted glass so it's difficult to see inside. Their performance director opens the door swiftly and welcomes you in with a warm smile, stepping aside to let you in.

"I've got it from here, Jungkookie. Thank you." Jungkook nods but tries to peek through the door to get one last glimpse of your face before he shuts it fully. "How are you doing, Y/N?" He sits in front of you, leaning onto his knees with his hands fully clasped together.

"I'm good. How are you?"

"Good, tired." He chuckles. "Thanks for taking my call earlier and for meeting at such short notice on a weekend. I had a couple of things come up and didn't want to push things off until later." You smile.

"It's no problem."

"Jungkook tells me a lot about you."

"Does he now?" You chuckle and tilt your head to the side.

"Says you're a really good person. Super hardworking. Told me a little bit about your situation with your brother."

"Mmyeah, it's a little complicated."

"It's alright, no need to get into the details." He smiles before letting out a small sigh. "It's incredibly rare for me to hear Jungkook speak like that. In general. He's usually very closed off, doesn't like to let people in much. He really respects you, you know? Cares about you a whole lot." You slightly blush.

"I'm still getting used to it." He chuckled.

"Look, I know you've been worrying because of where you've been and all that, but I want to reassure you that none of it matters. I don't like to focus on all that. You're here as you, not her." He says, putting another pronoun to your stripper persona.

"Thank you, I appreciate it." He nods. There's a small pause before he begins to speak again.

"I could really use some help around here if you're still interested? The boys are becoming a lot for me to handle."

"Ah-uh, yeah! Of course I am." You found yourself stuttering at the sudden offer. Was this fucking real?! "But, you are aware of where me and Jungkook are at, right?" You ask, trying to be completely transparent and honest about their relationship. He nods and waves his hand out.

"As long as you keep it professional here, right?" You nod.

"Right."

"Come, let me show you around really quickly and have you formally meet the boys." You swallowed the lump in your throat. Fucking great. He definitely didn't know they've all seen your titties and pussy out during Yoongi's birthday, and now here you were - about to meet them again in this environment. Hobi was awkward enough even though he tried not to be.

Surprisingly, Jungkook wasn't waiting outside in the hallway like you thought he would be, but the tour commences and the PD is taking you around pretty quickly. You feel even more awkward and somewhat alone [even though you weren't] without Jungkook nearby, but you chug along and say your hello's to the people you're introduced to. He finally brings you into the dance studio, where there's loud ass music blasting, Jungkook, the boys and some backup dancers in front of the mirrors fooling around.

"Aye boys, come here real quick." You and Jimin lock eyes and your body suddenly gets tense. The room feels 10x hotter than it already is, especially when he slowly walks over and clenches his jaw. He is literally seeping with hate right now, maybe actually disgust, and he doesn't even try to hide it. Most of them for sure recognize you, but they seem to brush it off and give you a big wave/smile anyway.

"Last, that's Jimin - Jimin, Y/N." You give Jimin a fake smile, and the only thing his ass can reciprocate is the smallest, tight-lipped smile you have ever seen. You've never even seen your mom do that when she got mad or upset with you.

"Hi." Is all you can say.

"Sup." He looks at you before turning on his heel and walking away.

"Ooookay?" Namjoon furrows his brows as he watches Jimin walk away so rudely. "The hell was that about?"

"I knew that was Kookie's girlfriend! Maybe Jiminie remembers seeing her titties and shit too, needs to walk away before he gets his ass beat by him." Yoongi says lowly behind Namjoon.

"Yeah, like you're any better." Namjoon says, looking at Yoongi weirdly.

"I mean, we did see her practically naked." Jin says, chiming into the discussion.

"I touched her." Yoongi's mouth slightly hangs down. "I touched her."

"Go ahead, say it louder so Kookie can hear you." Jin nods sarcastically. "Go, say it!"

"No, stop." Yoongi's cheeks turn red while shaking his head and laughing. "He'll literally launch me out the window with one hand."

"Good."

"You asked for her to sit on your lap too, bro!"

"I was joking, and it's not like she did it anyway!"

"Whatever, I'm keeping my birthday deep in my memory storage."

"Clean slate for her so it should be for you too, my guy." Namjoon says as he has enough of their conversation.

You look at Jungkook who is silently standing there, looking like a big dork with a huge smile on his face and his thumbs up. You give him the tiniest nod before proceeding to follow the PD out.

"So?!" Jungkook dashes to meet you in their waiting room area, where an abnormally large picture of Jimin posing oddly hung up.

"He said he'll send me all the info and papers and stuff!" You respond excitedly as Kook hugs you and quickly swings you around.

"See, I knew it would work out!" He puts you down. "Are you gonna tell Kai?" You shook your head.

"Not today at least, it's his birthday and I don't wanna take away from that. It's his day." Jungkook smiles at you.

"Text me when you've picked him up? I should be home by then."

"Okay." You blush and back away, making Jungkook look at you with confusion. "I have to keep it professional here, duh."

"Ah I see." He chuckles. "That won't last very long."

"Jungkook." You whine.

"There's a lot of private rooms here and—"

"I'm not listening, sorry. I think Kai is suddenly calling me." You cover your ears as you begin to walk away, giving him one last smile before leaving him to the rest of rehearsals and whatever else they're doing. He laughs to himself as he waves you off, excited to get through the day so he can just spend time with you and Kai.

As the hours go on and it's about time for you to pick Kai up, you quickly stop by the store because you're a procrastinator and didn't buy Kai's birthday gift any earlier. You felt bad you weren't able to find the shoes he wanted, but you at least snagged the video game he had been talking about for a couple of days now. Before walking into the arcade, you made sure to write your birthday card and slip some more money into it before shoving it in your bag to give to him later.

"Your pretty sister is here." Yeonjun grabs Kai by the shoulder as he finishes up a game.

"Yeah, and you're too young for her."

"Age is nothing but a number. It's only like.. 6 years apart."

"Besides, she's taken, dude. Sorry." Kai snorts as he watches Yeonjun's smile fade. "You would have never had the chance."

"You're mean."

"I'm mean, or you just have really high, unrealistic expectations?" The rest of their friends laugh as they follow Kai over to you.

"Hey!" You smile at all his friends.

"Hiiiiii Y/N." They all say in unison, some waving in awe, while the others shyly dug their hands into their pockets. "Birthday boy, you all good to go? Got some good Loco Moco waiting for you."

"Yeah, I'm good."

"Happy birthday again, Kai! Get online later!" Soobin yells out.

"Yeah, yeah." He says, waving them off as he follows you out to your car.

"You guys run through the entire arcade?" Kai laughs.

"Pretty much." He sinks into his seat, legs damn near touching the glove compartment with how long he is. "I'm honestly so excited for Loco Moco. It's been years!"

"It has not been that long." You laughed.

"You're right, it's been months." Kai looks out the window. "Wait, you're passing the road to get to our go-to shop though?"

"Cause I found a better place."

"How is there a better place when that one was already supreme?!"

"Hey, trust me on this okay?" You laugh. Kai starts telling you about his day and how so many people he knew from school had been messaging him happy birthday. He truly looked his happiest today and it was all you could ask for. Though at the same time, your heart slightly sank at the fact that he'd be going off to uni soon and staying at the dorms. He was just growing up way too fast, and you wanted to spend as much time as you could with him now before he was too occupied being a college boy.

You slipped yourself past Jungkook's security, parking in the one guest spot they have in the garage that's closest to the elevator. Kai doesn't really question it and hops out anyway, his hands in his pockets as he follows you into the elevator and onto Jungkook's floor.

"You ready, kid?"

"Is this some like, Michelin Star Loco Moco restaurant?"

"Ah, I guess you could say that." You knocked on the door, hearing music playing in the background. Jungkook opens the door and Kai's eyes widen.

"Oh shit, that's Jungkook?" Kook laughs and steps aside to let you both in. "Sis why—what—how come you didn't tell me we were seeing your boyfriend? I look like a mess!" He says lowly.

"You don't!"

"Hey Kai! Happy Birthday!" Jungkook says smiling, making Kai actually blush. He's cheeks are tinted with a rosy color and he suddenly gets all shy.

"Thanks."

"Your brother's tall." Jungkook looks at him up and down.

"Looking at an 18 year old 6 footer."

"Must be nice."

"Go sit." Kai silently nods as he sits awkwardly on Kook's couch, while you go and check in on him in the kitchen.

"Is he always that shy?"

"No. Just with you, apparently. He's not even that shy around girls." You chuckle as he places a quick kiss on your head. "Need my help?" You still ask even though the plates are neatly prepared already.

"Not really." He smiles down at you. "You hungry though?"

"Starving, actually." Your eyes light up at the plates. "Ouuuuuu, yum."

"Honestly, I think this batch might be better than my first."

"Still honored to be your guinea pig." You carry a plate over to Jungkook's coffee table in the living room.

"Oh shit, that looks amazing." Kai says, slipping himself down from the couch to the floor so he could get a good whiff of the plate. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Jungkook hands you the remote before walking into his room. "Pick something."

"Here, birthday boy. Help me choose."

"Let's watch Soul on Disney+." At this point, Jungkook comes out of his room with a wrapped present, his eyes locked on the TV.

"Ooh, I keep seeing this everywhere! Niceeeee." Jungkook says, smiling with Kai nodding and already digging into his plate. "By the way, this is for you." You shoot him a look as he sits on the floor by you, watching as Kai unwraps the present. Kai's eyes light up as he sees a shoebox underneath the wrapping, quickly flipping the lid open to reveal those blue Air Jordans he wanted.

"Kook?!" You say lowly, making him smile at you and gently pinch your side.

"Holy shit!" He holds out a shoe, only for him to immediately shake his head and close the box again. "Jungkook, I can't take this." Kai says.

"No, it's your birthday."

"Yeah, but isn't this expensive? You've already done so much for me and my sister, I-I don't want to—"

"Kai, it's cool. If it's one thing you can do to repay me, it's to take my present." You literally want to cry at how sweet Jungkook is being with your brother. He had been good to you, no doubt, but this was one thing you didn't expect from him at all. Quite frankly, you had forgotten you mentioned the shoes to him. The fact that he actually remembered and kept his word.

"Okay." Kai says, gently setting the box down aside before looking at Jungkook with a small smile on his face. "Thank you. I really appreciate it. Like, even with the food and everything. It means a lot to me."

"You're welcome." You give him a soft smile before digging into your food while Soul was already off to a start. Kai and Jungkook devour their food together, with you following shortly behind as Jungkook brings over a small ice cream cake from his fridge for Kai to blow his candles on. After the boys had helped themselves to a good serving of the cake, they started getting hyper and pulled up Smash Bros on Kook's Nintendo Switch [as if Kai hadn't played enough games today]. It started to get intense; the boys jumping and yelling everywhere, bouncing off of the walls, with you getting pulled into the competition every now and then. Even though you knew you'd lost over and over again, you happily joined in anyway, seeing how excited your brother was - plus, it was always a bonus to hear Jungkook's loudly obnoxious, nerdy laugh.

"I WIN!"

"Hey, hey, hey. I let you win because it's your birthday." Jungkook said, making Kai laugh as he crashed to the floor.

"Sure." Kai huffed and puffed. "Crap, I'm tired. What time is it?"

"Almost midnight. We should start heading out, bubba." You patted Kai's chest gently.

"What? No, it's late. Why don't you two just stay here?" You suddenly remembered you've had Kai's shit in your trunk since you dropped him off at Yeonjun's this morning. You didn't have any change of clothes, but that could easily be fixed with Jungkook's closet.

"Only if the queen wants, she's driving."

"It's late, baby." Jungkook says to you softly. "No way I'm letting you two head out there."

"Okay." You give him a small smile before handing your keys. "Can you do me a favor?" He chuckles.

"What is it?"

"Kai's duffle bag is in my trunk." He nods and takes your keys.

"I got it. Kai, you can take the guest room or my office room." Jungkook says with his 3-bedroom apartment having ass. "I have my computer in my office room though, and a pull out bed. I don't know how comfy you'll be."

"It's cool, I'll just take your guest room. I always bring my laptop and switch whenever I sleep at my sister's." Kai says getting up. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Jungkook says, toothlessly smiling at the both of you, completely endeared at how alike you two were - even down to the fact that you both said thank you for every little thing. If this was a result of Kai being close to you and having you as pretty much his mother figure, then Jungkook wouldn't know what to do with his feelings. He felt butterflies every time he thought about how cute and sweet you were, and he was always excited to be around you.

Jungkook does a quick jog to your car, grabbing Kai's Nike duffle from your trunk before jogging back to the elevator and back to his apartment. He walks in to see Kai helping you clean up the remaining dishes in the sink, tidying the rest of the things in his kitchen.

"Thank you." Jungkook says himself, a little unfamiliar with saying such a thing to be completely honest.

"You're welcome." You say softly, wiping your hands on his hand towel. "Off to bed, or are you gonna go online with your friends?"

"I'll see what they're up to, but I'm pretty beat. Today was fun." Kai smiles at the both of you. "I really appreciate it." You ruffle his hair a bit before gently pushing him towards his bedroom for the night.

"Bathroom's right over there, help yourself to anything you need."

"Don't stay up too late."

"Only if you aren't too loud." You gasp while Jungkook laughs out loud.

"Kai!"

"Hey, I'm just being honest. Please remember that I'm right in this room."

"Oh my god, go to bed." You shove him inside the room and shut his door. "Don't even say a word." You look at Jungkook shyly as you hurriedly brush past him to get into his room - even though Jungkook is literally right behind you with those long ass legs of his, making every stride so much easier for him to catch up to you.

"What's your outfit of choice tonight, pretty lady?" He shuts his door behind him as you start to make your way into his closet.

"Hm, I'll just wear this plain black--" You unfold it. "Balenciaga? Okay, I definitely can't just wear this to sleep."

"Why not?"

"Because this is like, name brand and everything."

"So?" He shrugs. "Just wear it, babygirl. It's not gonna make much of a difference, you're wearing it either way." You do a slight pout before you start to slip out of your clothes to get into his shirt. You make his way to his bathroom to take a little tinkle when you notice another toothbrush sitting next to his. A pink toothbrush, next to his blue one.

"Why do you have two toothbrushes?" You wash your hands as he comes in to the bathroom to start getting ready for bed.

"That's yours." Your eyes light up at his statement.

"Mine?"

"I figured since you'd be over more, it'd be easier for you." He furrows his brows lightly. "Unless.. you didn't want--" You press a kiss against his lips, his hands resting on your arms to keep you close.

"No, I did want that. Thank you."

"Of course, baby." He pecks your forehead.

"By the way, way to make me look like such a bad sister!" You say as you start getting your toothbrush ready.

"Why? The shoes?"

"The shoes, the Loco Moco, the games, the ice cream cake." You laughed. "I literally got him a video game and some money."

"I mean, he is turning 18. I wanted to help make it as memorable as possible."

"I appreciate you a lot. Really."

"I appreciate you too." Your eyes widen as you brush your teeth.

"Waaaaow, say thaht wun mohr tiyme." You say, pulling a Jungkook while brushing your teeth.

"Eye apprushiate yoh toh." You giggle. The both of you finish getting ready for bed before slipping into his warm sheets. Jungkook never goes to sleep early, however, he makes sure all the lights are off and that the show he's watching isn't too loud. You have no idea what's going on in his show, but you lay on his chest to watch for a little bit until you feel yourself getting a little more sleepy. He's holding you close, his hand brushing through your hair softly, causing tingles to ripple through your body.

"Kook."

"Yes, baby?"

"You make me happy." You say sleepily as you hung him tighter. He smiles down at you, your eyes now shut close as you slowly start to drift into a deep sleep. He presses a light kiss against your head, fingers still in your hair.

"You make me happy too, sweetheart."

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Oh, how much you loved concerts in countries other than South Korea.

Korea was and would always be your home and doing concerts for your fans there would always feel special, but in other parts of the world, you could just be more.. free in what you were doing on stage. Nobody batted a single eyelash if you exposed a bit too much boobs, in fact, they all screamed even louder if you did so.

One thing that you incorporated into this world tour was that you had special performances in every single country. Just you.

For every country, you were performing a different song, had a different choreography... just to spice things up for people. You knew that tour details would always get leaked, so this part would be the surprise that fans were able to look forward to each and every time.

And well, today had more than one surprise in store for them.

Because while you were usually performing on your own – this was supposed to be your solo performance, after all – one of your members joined you this time.

“I like it,” Jeongguk had said as he had watched you practice for this performance back home in Korea, walking around you in a circle, his hands buried in his sweatpants. The next part, he whispered into your ear as he stood behind you, though, “But it could use a bit more spice, you know?”

You let out a snort, still breathing heavily and watched him through the practice mirror, “And what exactly did you have in mind here.”

It was as if he had been waiting for an opportunity like this. Jeongguk didn't waste a single second , grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards his body, his other hand sneaking around your waist and his fingers gracing your butt, “Me.”

“That's not a good idea,” you giggled, trying to escape his hold, but he just pulled you closer towards him, “How would we even explain that. Me performing like this with you as my partner... that's too much.”

“You said you wanted them to be surprised. They will be.”

“This isn't surprise anymore, Jeongguk. Doing this will make the rumors blow up.”

One of his hands came up to your chin and he made you look up at him, a confident grin on his face, “Fine by me. Let the entire arena know that I'm the one you're riding.”

“Jeongguk,” you pushed him back, but laughed wholeheartedly.

“Come on, let's just try this. I bet it would look amazing.”

That's how this entire thing had started and it didn't take very long for you to realize that he was right. What had been missing from your performance had been a partner. That was the last piece of the puzzle. The moment he joined in, it was perfect.

But it was also... very sexy.

So... you didn't tell anyone about it. Not even your members knew.

You wished you could have seen their faces when Jeongguk suddenly ran on stage, just in time for the last part of your performance.

The fans screams roared through the arena when they spotted him and they became even louder when he grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him. Just like in the studio, he turned you around and wrapped one arm around your middle. You continued singing, him smirking at you while his eyes were clearly saying: “I want you so badly right now.”

And while you had been completely aware of your surroundings before, the moment he was here with you, everything else faded away. You still performed well, even better than that, if you were to give your own humble opinion, but there were absolutely zero boundaries anymore. Despite you having set them with him beforehand.

“No funny business,” your words. Out the window the moment that he looked at you like that.

You turned around in his arms and the two of you began dancing to the song like you had practiced, but the looks, the “inappropriate” touches – according to Bang later – and the fact that you two made it so obvious that you were fucking might have been a bit... too much.

You only realized that after the concert was over and Namjoon was yelling at the two of you. To be fair, you only listened with one ear, as you were simultaneously reading the thousands of tweets in regards to the performance.

“Hey! I'm talking to you!” Namjoon yelled, not believing his eyes that you'd be this disrespectful.

But you just chuckled and read out loud: “I never thought I'd want to be sandwiched between (Y/N) and Jungkook, but here I am, gay and straight at the same time.”

Jeongguk pretended to give more of a shit than you, so he only smirked a little.

“Do you think this is a joke?” Jin asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest, “This is going to get us in so much trouble.”

“What, exactly?” you looked up at them, “Because the alternative would have been one of our backup dancers that are all 3+ years older than me. Did you want me to dance with them like this? Did you want them to touch me like that?”

That made them shut up relatively quickly, but Namjoon, as the leader, was understandably still upset, “This was inappropriate to say the least. You're like our sister.”

That made Jeongguk snort and get up, ruffling through his wet hair, “But she's not, hyung.”

That pissed Namjoon off even more and he ran after Jeongguk when he walked out of the room, probably to give him yet another earful. The rest of the group spread out, some grabbed a bite to eat, others just rested... and then there was Taehyung, narrowing his eyes at you as you were still scrolling through Twitter.

He hadn't seen any of these tweets himself, but he pulled out his phone a moment later and went through the respective hashtag, just to see what people were tweeting about.

And it was only the first tweet that he saw that nearly made him throw up, “They're definitely fucking,” he read out loud.

You instantly looked up at him, your eyes a little wider than before. Taehyung had looked at you normally, but when he saw your looks, his eyes widened too, his mouth opening and then closing again, especially when you looked back down to your phone without denying it.

The tweets ranged from sweet “I really hope they're happy if this is true” messages to 18+ “Idk what I'm more jealous of. That Jeongguk gets ridden by this queen or that (Y/N) gets fucked mercilessly by this king” tweets.

And let's just say that Taehyung fell into a deep deep dark hole of imagining it all... and hating every second of it.

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Chapter 4

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 3.06K

𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: romance | slice of life | fluff | angst | bts x female!reader | ot7

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: You watched them from the sidelines ever since you were a young teenage girl. Now you’re grown up, they’ve returned after 2 long years and everything has changed. What happens when you pull back the mask and find the darkness within? What happens when you see that they’re broken?

𝔞/𝔫: this one is literally just revolving around one of the BTS members. i don't really have much else to say other than HYUNJIN'S BACK and I'm crying.

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: cliffhangers | angst | fluff | slight mentions of self hatred | depression | mental health illness | self harm | occurs in the year 2024 | set in a timeline where BTS went to the military together | slight language

tags: @kookaine | @fangirl125reader | @kookiebbyxx | @taradevonne

Kim Namjoon never imagined he would lose his assistant.

JaeJin was a great worker and a great friend. He loved music and expressed it through his very soul, his every move whenever he danced or helped Namjoon produce a song. Namjoon smiles as his hand hovers over the soundboard.

In the back of his mind, he remembers the days spent here ever since Jaejin was promoted to his assistant. He remembers the first time he met his dear friend, how nervous Jaejin looked, unspoken excitement reverberating off of him in waves.

As Namjoon pushes up the volume on the soundboard, he thinks back to the moments spent as Jae learned how to be his assistant, as Namjoon taught him as much as he could. How what started as respect turned into a mutual friendship, and later, a brotherhood.

Though Namjoon is sad to see JaeJin go, he is happy to see his dream accomplished. He will miss Jae's smile, his laugh, and his good heart, but he knows that just because Jaejin is taking a different path doesn't mean they will cease to be friends.

As soon as Joon finishes a part of his song, he sighs, pulling away from the board and whipping out his phone.

He doesn’t know why he started thinking about him all of a sudden, he was one of the first people to know that Jae was leaving. Besides, he would see him soon, it’s not like Jaejin leaving for a couple of months means that he won’t ever see him again.

Standing, RM walks out of the room, leaving Suga to continue by himself.

He's lucky that Yoongi has his headphones on. If he caught Namjoon slacking he wouldn't get off easy. Carefully, RM exits the room, shutting the door softly behind him as he leans against the wall next to the door to the studio. Turning his phone on, he checks the time, his heart thumping slightly.

8:30 am.

Perhaps the reason his mind is so full of nostalgic memories is that he’s been waiting since last night to meet his new manager.

Jaejin said that his replacement should show up around this time, but he hasn't given much information other than that. Namjoon pockets his phone and heads down the hallway towards the front lobby.

Staff members pass by him, some working for TxT, others for the new girl group they put together about 3 years ago, and even more for the new boy group that BigHit began putting together in 2020.

Namjoon finds their presence surreal.

The members of BTS's staff have been around ever since their debut, and even more, have joined the crew over the years. These staff members will no doubt do the same for their groups, maybe stick around till the very end.

If anyone asked Namjoon's opinion, he would say it was the staff that had to do the real work. And all from behind the scenes. They are the ones who help them put on a great show. They are the ones who tutor them, provide for them, allow them to create their vision, their masterpiece. They are the stitches behind the fabric.

To Namjoon, BTS is just the face. The whole idea of them, of their message, was created through everyone's effort. Including ARMY, including their staff, including BTS themselves.

Losing one of their members would be like trying to fill a hole that cannot be filled.

Perhaps that's why Namjoon is so worried about Jaejin's replacement.

No one can truly replace him.

Namjoon never wanted a new manager.

There was a reason he chose Jaejin out of all the others, a reason he turned a backup dancer into his manager. He needs someone with the same passion, the same grit, the same determination that he has. Jaejin had that, and more. He was able to keep up with Namjoon’s crazy schedule, his unhealthy habits, his tendency to overwork himself.

Normally it was Suga trying to keep up with him, trying to help him, trying to do the best for him, but when he met Jaejin, he found exactly what he needed in a manager.

Will his replacement be able to do the same?

Entering the lobby, he knocks on the counter, where a receptionist is taking a call. She looks up at his knock and he smiles at her, receiving the usual smile back and a slight blush on her cheeks.

After a moment of their little staring contest, Namjoon grows impatient. He indicates silently that he’s waiting to speak with her and her eyes widen in realization. She nods sheepishly at his signal, holding up one finger to signify to him that she'll talk to him in a second. He complies, settling in as she continues her call, faintly aware of Kim Namjoon behind her.

Namjoon is never sure how to feel about these types of things.

People recognizing him in the street, others noticing him even with a disguise, he doesn't know what to do with the attention.

Why didn't people pay attention to him before? When he didn't have all the makeup, the money, and the influence? Are they looking at him because they appreciate who he is as a person?

Or because he is Kim Namjoon?

RM of BTS.

Putting the thought out of his mind, he turns his back to the receptionist, unlocking his phone, and opening the chat with Jaejin. He doesn't see any sign of his replacement, but then again, how would Namjoon know what she looks like?

Hey

YOUNG APPRENTICE- oh hi, what’s up hyung?

When was your replacement supposed to be here again?

YOUNG APPRENTICE- ummmmm, 8:00 am or so, why?

RM pulls away from his phone, looking around for any sign of a girl who looks lost or out of place in the lobby. Every time Jaejin talked about this so-called friend, he referred to them as a “she” so the only thing Namjoon knows about this new manager is the fact that she’s female.

Sadly, as he desperately scours the lobby, there's no sign of anyone there that fits the description. The one girl who was waiting in the waiting area has just been called aside and led to a meeting room. Namjoon, a little worried, bites his lip before a buzz in his hands causes him to glance at his phone.

YOUNG APPRENTICE- Namjoon?

Yeah?

I’m sorry it’s just….she’s not here yet

YOUNG APPRENTICE- WHAT

Namjoon rolls his eyes playfully at Jae's reaction before walking out of the lobby. If she's not here, there's no need to hang around, and it doesn't seem as though the receptionist is paying much attention anyway.

As he leaves, the receptionist stares after him almost hopelessly, Namjoon oblivious to the longing gaze.

He glances at his phone once more maneuvering his way through the hallways of the building.

YOUNG APPRENTICE- are you sure?

YOUNG APPRENTICE- I'm gonna murder her

Well I can’t know for sure

Could I have a picture or maybe a name?

YOUNG APPRENTICE- I never gave you one?

Not to my knowledge

YOUNG APPRENTICE- oh I am so sorry hyung! Her name is Lin Yen and just give me a minute and I'll find you a picture

"Lin...Yen...." Namjoon murmurs, pondering it in his mind.

"Just who exactly are you?" he whispers, putting the phone down once more as he comes to a stop in a corner of the hallway.

Yen...he repeats in his mind, playing around with it, trying to see how it sounds on his tongue, how it feels circling in his thoughts, how it plays on his voice.

It's a beautiful name, one he hasn't heard often, and for some reason, he feels as though it's foreign. Another vibration from his phone jolts him out of his pondering thoughts, and he looks down at the screen, immediately bursting out laughing.

Jaejin has sent the picture of you, but it's not just any picture.

It's a picture of you eating salad.

But that's not what makes it so funny.

You and Jaejin are at a Korean BBQ in the picture, and you hold the signature salad bowl up to your face, your chopsticks hooked around an enormous bite. You're shoving the bite into your mouth, your cheeks puffed up like chipmunks, your eyes wide and nose pinched.

Your expression, your face, the fact that you're attempting to shove a huge bite into your mouth, everything about the picture is hilarious, and Namjoon can't stop looking at it.

He can't stop looking at you.

Now he is sure that you are a foreigner, with that complexion and your facial features. You aren't necessarily tall, but not super short either. Then again, Namjoon doesn't think that Park Jimin is short, so what does he know?

One thing is for sure, though…

You are beautiful.

And it’s not only the physical things that make you beautiful, though they are a contributing factor.

It’s the personality.

The charisma that exuberates off of you, managing to touch him most charmingly through a mere photo. The way you smile, how it lights up your eyes. The blush of your cheeks, and even the color of your hair. Everything about you has captured his attention, and he can't look away.

His smile doesn't want to fade, so he covers his face with his hand, leaning against the wall. No doubt he looks like an idiot, but he doesn't care.

You have that gift.

The natural gift of familiarity when you are less than strangers.

And it has surprised him. The cool, calm, professional, wise Namjoon wouldn't have thought that such a thing could reach his heart...and yet he can't stop smiling.

"Namjoon."

Startled, the smile fading just as quickly as it began, Namjoon jumps, his phone slipping out of his grip. Frantic, and a bit embarrassed, he fumbles to catch it before it falls, but to no avail.

He watches in hopeless despair as the phone hits the ground with a sickening thud, the screen immediately cracking at the impact of the harsh tiled floor.

Namjoon lets out a groan, while a slender, pale hand reaches out and picks it up. Wincing, he glances to his side.

Where Min Yoongi holds his phone in between his fingers as though it were a dirty piece of trash; looking unamused. Glaring at him with a stare as cold as ice, he drops it into RM’s hands before folding his arms across his chest. Namjoon rolls his eyes at his luck, sighing inwardly.

He doesn't look too happy.

"Hey, Yoongi, I--"

"Yes, please explain, Kim Namjoon." Yoongi drawls, his voice monotone and sending shivers down Namjoon’s spine. Almost shamefully, Namjoon turns off his phone and slides it back into his pocket, avoiding that icy stare.

"You're supposed to be helping, yet you left for what? To laugh at memes? Now is not the time to be fooling around with Jackson for heaven's sakes!” Though Yoongi doesn’t raise his voice, the severity of his tone is enough to make it seem as though he has and Namjoon has to restrain himself from visibly flinching away from him. After a moment of silence, Suga sighs, rubbing his temple with frustration. “Why are you so distracted today?"

Joon has been asking himself the same question.

"For one thing, they weren't memes and I wasn’t talking to Jackson. It was a picture of Jaejin's replacement. I was trying to see if she's arrived yet." He explains, a bit indignantly, before walking away towards the studio once more, hoping to escape the conversation.

He should have remembered that nothing escapes Yoongi.

"And did she?" Suga follows Namjoon, managing to walk fast enough to catch up with him and yet still look nonchalant and unbothered. RM sighs at the question, speeding up his pace, as he notices the studio door in the distance.

Jumping at the opportunity, Namjoon makes a break for the door, Yoongi calling after him in surprise. He reaches it, leaving Suga behind in the dust. Opening the door he sinks into a chair as though it were a refuge from the uncomfortable situation he found himself in. As Yoongi comes to a stop in front of the door, Namjoon acts as though he were there the entire time.

"Do you need something?" he asks innocently, and Yoongi rolls his eyes, walking in and closing the door behind him before settling into a chair of his own.

"Yes. I need you to focus on this project. This is important, and is nowhere near done if it's going to be our next title track." He murmurs, immediately setting to work, his mouse echoing in the silence. Biting his bottom lip in guilt, RM turns back to his phone, frowning a bit at the sight of the cracked screen.

Yoongi is right, Namjoon knows this.

They dedicated this day to work on BTS’s new title song.

Namjoon especially wanted Yoongi to produce it because of his incredible skill and work ethic. He practically begged him to take time off from his other projects to work on this with him, Yoongi is sacrificing a lot of his time just to be here.

Namjoon knows how important time can be.

It doesn’t help matters considering how this song is so essential to their comeback album. Promotion is still far off, but it doesn't change the circumstances. ARMY waited for them for so long to come back to them, it’s only fair that they give them the most groundbreaking album they can.

But RM can't focus.

And it’s for such a stupid reason.

Just because Jaejin is gone doesn't mean the world will fall apart.

He knows this, it's just...

Namjoon smiles a bit bitterly, turning back to the booth as he resumes his work once more.

"She wasn't there." Suga turns to Namjoon at the sound of his voice. Namjoon notices but doesn't pay any mind, continuing to play with the soundboard, creating his type of spell, his sort of magic. "In response to your question."

Yoongi doesn't respond, waiting for Namjoon to finish. That's the way he is, sometimes RM can’t finish a thought in one sentence and it takes him a moment to piece things together, what with everything else running through that expansive mind of his. Suga knows when to wait, when to stay silent, and allow RM a chance to tell him everything he needs to.

He's no stranger to listening to people, especially when it comes to Namjoon.

Sometimes, Joon just needs to let something out without anyone saying anything, and Yoongi won't say anything unless he feels it's necessary. He’ll listen, and be there for anyone to lean on, able to offer them the emotional support they need to carry on.

"I'm sorry, I guess I'm a little nervous to meet her." After a moment, Yoongi responds to him, his soft voice carrying across the room in a comforting murmur.

"What's the big deal? If she's professional, she'll be perfect. I'm sure there's nothing to be worried about." He reassures him. RM nods, trying to concentrate once more, and put the thought of your arrival to the back of his mind.

Maybe Yoongi is right, maybe there is nothing to be worried about.

However, Namjoon can't help but think that your arrival will change their lives.

And who knows if it'll be for the better?

𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢: how are you guys liking Jaejin now? lol

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